At times like this - that even successes feel like failure. When nothing pleases the mind (or that all that please the mind are unreachable/unattainable). When job is threatened, PHCN is crazy, and all seems bleak and dry...then there are a thousand more things to worry about...
I tell myself, "that I am, I was not". "what'll be I can't fathom". That's why it's a mystery. My trust in Providence is turning to complacency, for to me "I shall set Sail, but the Wind is of God". 'It's not for they that runneth...'
Then, that I'm nothing soothes me. I can only become something. "He who is near the ground need fears no fall". I can't be relegated since I'm not yet there.
So, I scoff at slanderers and laugh at the faces of bullies.
