Wrong or Right
Which is it?
There’s something wrong, but no one wants to hear this. There’s something wrong, yet I can’t put my finger on it. There’s something wrong, and I need to look away to recall what’s right. My life is good. My work is good. My health is good. My marriage is good. I have a dog. I have a house. I have caring friends. I have a loving family. So why is it I feel so uneasy, as if there’s something seriously wrong? Could it be because there’s so little I can do about others’ suffering? Maybe it’s because too few will talk openly and honestly about what really matters. Maybe it’s because we’re all feeling afraid and helpless. Or maybe it’s just because.
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