I lay awake and suppose there isn’t anything I could have done differently with a day like this one which happened to be full of all the things with which a day is usually filled except for the feeling that anything was really done that hadn’t been done before.

That feeling irks the god in me. I let it go; content to lay here in my bed at night and breathe it all away. Tomorrow is a new day and my memory has gotten so bad recently that I rarely remember what I was worrying about the day before. I was worried about this until I realized that most of my problems aren’t really worth solving. They’ll sort themselves out or come up again slightly more dire further down the road and I’ll have to deal with them then but there are only a few of these that come up again.

Most of my problems don’t need dealing with right away. It’s only that other people don’t have it so good that irks me about this. Not everyone can lay up in their bed and just breathe and be safe and fed. So sometimes I think I’ve worked out a good system for dealing with my own problems but then I think I better get started on everyone else’s.

It gets messy when you consider some people create their own problems. It’s the ones that really had no choice that I want to help first. But then again I consider maybe the people who create their own problems don’t have a choice either.