I wish life weren't so... Sad

I don't really have anything profound to say, as you probably realized after reading the title of this post. Life is sad. We realized it when our grandparents died, when someone broke our hearts, when we witnessed major mental breakdowns and when our dreams didn't come true. And it will keep happening. Because life is sad. Because the world is sad. And it makes me sad.

No wonder artists have been trying for thousands of years to make it better, brighter, more bearable- it makes sense that the most talented are truly tortured souls, if not tortured then how would they have enough courage to try so hard to change this despair?

I want more than courage. I want power. I want a means to lighten the load. I want... I want... I want to not be sad. But more than that, I want the truly desperate to be a little less desperate, a little happier, just a little.

I know this is making about as much sense as, hell, I don't know, a freaking leprechaun. I've been drinking. Which probably accounts for the leprechaun comment. I'm just sad. Just sad. That's all, nothing so very new. Just wishing I could be a little more useful.

I should put away the alcohol and go to bed. I've got a conference skype at 8:30 and a skype-date with you after (yippee! the only thought that truly brings me joy this week!). Maybe in the meantime, you could just pray for me... and everyone else who is sad, too.

xoxoxoBon