While I savor victories as I enter middle age, I feel a sadness for those I tried to save but wound up losing.
I want to be known as a good person, but what is a good person? Even the strongest defense has holes.
While the sun shines and I achieve victories, I still feel as if I’m at a loss. I don’t want to antagonize anyone. I want to help other people succeed.
I’m having a great day but I feel sad. I keep getting up though I feel down. So many forces are putting me down, but I’m determined to get up. I don’t want to be on the side of darkness, I want to be in the sunlight.
