My life is given meaning by my relationships with my partner and family, pursuing my passions and hobbies, semi yearly bicycle trips, petting my cat etc. Its meaning is chipped away at when I hear about random grandparents black bagged at the home depot; the idea that immense and pointless suffering is being meted out an underclass supposedly for my benefit, without any significant way to protest or stop it without focusing those dark forces upon myself.
No comments yet.