Of despair, open eyes and courageous hearts

You feel small and angry.
In a world that's big and cruel.
- A lake, dark and rough. Growling, resentful

At the imperfection
- no! Less ambitious than that -
at the sheer inadequacies of this world.

Bad design, useless design, mindless design,
- my suspicion: among us, creatures, camouflaged as humans, less the brains.
Blank faced.

Absurdity, absurdity.
A play of shadow puppets, but the play is no good.
And you wonder which one to choose:

Boredom
The essence of dis-engagement from the world,
A turning away, pessimistic nihilism.

Sadness
The retreat inward, a turning down,
Silent despair.

Anger
Hot and flaring fury,
A despair, loud and raging.

Threatening to swallow the world.

Your heart, pounding hard against your chest: “Wake up! Come alive! Breath, think!
Be alive with me, you idiot! Do not leave me to face this alone. “
Open eyes need courageous hearts.

And I need you.