Posted by Iago Camboa on July 7, 2002, at 8:38:57
In reply to I am so sick of life!, posted by BarbaraCat on July 6, 2002, at 22:56:45
Barbara, I understand exactly what you mean and can well relate to all those negative thoughts. They have come about stealthily and they will go away just as they arrived, if you are smart enough to take life as the comedy it oftentimes is: I'm not suggesting fleeing life in any way, even less 'falsifying' it, but just healthily laughing of it... Do you still remember our secret? It can just as well work the other way around: I'll too drop a hint to my wife about some good sex, however, I won't tell her whom the inspiration came from! Our second secret?...
You're not a failure, you're an exquisitely sensitive finely educated noble-hearted lady.
Yours, Iago
>I've just about had it. This life is hard, so very embarrisingly hard. My husband is off playing rock and roll. I sit at the piano and clumsily peck out 17th century pavannes. Very clumsily. My hands are stiff, my mind is stiff. I feel like a little round old has-been person. I had great hopes for myself this time around, but I'm a failure, a dud. No matter how many nutrients I take, how many drugs, the fact is I am a failure in my own eyes.
>
>Oh, great Spirit, grant me just one, oh, I can't even think of the word, the phrase. Grant me just one boon in this life. I have so much to give, but no where to place my gift. Oh, please, God, let me live this life more fully than I know how, now. I am so unused and I don't know how to,, how to, how to. I don't know how to.
poster:Iago Camboa
thread:111619
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/20020628/msgs/111641.html