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First of all, excellent title! So much rages on in silence and so many of us cower away in the same silence. Not only do you have an amazing ability to observe and notice the inner workings of people, but what I find to be wonderful is that you find a way to point it out with passion. Thanks for the conviction behind the words, Meg.
An uncharacteristically dark set of reflections, but bang on the nail, Meg (as usual). One of the bleakest of truths – or near truths – is from Thoreau: ‘Most men lead lives of quiet desperation & go to the grave with the song still in them’.
meg, your writing is so beautifully eloquent.
Reminds me of this poem:
The Leaden-Eyed
Vachel Lindsay
Let not young souls be smothered out before
They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride.
It is the world’s one crime its babes grow dull,
Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed.
Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly,
Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap,
Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve,
Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.
I wrote a little about despair today, too, and one small step I am taking to overcome mine. Action!
This is best description of depression/despair I have ever read.