Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Tired of it

I'm so damn stressed, I don't know where to put myself.

Pax,
N.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Well then

OK.

So I'm stressed almost beyond my capability to handle it.  The people who tell you not to worry about money are usually those who have plenty, or at least enough, of it.  I am not one of those people.  I am one of the people that other people call one of America's working poor.
 
I'm so tired of not having enough money to support my family that it hurts.  There is no solution for my present situation.  We live, literally, from paycheck to paycheck.

And the paychecks are never enough.

Still, I keep on keeping on because there is nothing else I can do.  If I give up, as I am sometimes sorely tempted to do, my family will become homeless and hungry very quickly.

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." wrote Henry David Thoreau in his famous work Walden.  I never really appreciated what that meant until this point in my life.  I understand it all too well now.

I pray, I pray, I pray.

And I work.  I thank God I still have a job in this time when so many still do not.  

But enough of that for now, I suppose.  

I see I have not posted for a very long time.  Most of the comments from previous posts appear to be spam.  Interesting.  Little do those spamming bastards know but my little blog is read by very few actual people.  Joke is on them, yes?

HA-HA to you, spamming bastards!

Thoughts?

Pax,
Nelson

Sunday, November 25, 2012

A little ditty

I sing a song of depression:
it sings only of regression
and never moving ahead.

In my mind is darkness:
my force of will is sparkless
infused instead with dread.

I can't remember happier days:
there are no brighter ways
to banish darkness from my head.


Pax,
N.