should you worry?

When pain starts to become a normal attendant of your everyday life, should you be concerned? What do you do, run, hide, fix it, beg forgiveness or feel and see where it leads? My heart is full of love for people but not for this world. I have seen so many good people damaged for no apparent reason. I have lost loves that I thought would last forever. And I have seen humans kill, defile, oppress and mistreat others for issues ranging from anger to encroachment of personal space. I am unimpressed with what this world will cause people to do to each other.

It is not about me and how content I am in the world driven by entropy. It is about what I create and how it is sustained beyond me. What love do I give others that causes them to make the world around them better? What art do I design that causes people to feel enough to bring their own masterpieces to life? What children do I nurture that grow to help others out of terrible circumstances without exploiting their weaknesses or expecting in return? What things do I leave behind to build protective environments for his children? How dark and dusty or relatively clean do I leave my own reputation? How many dreams do I fulfill for those in this place with me?

You see this is the only place that the work can be done. This is the workshop, the forge the fire that gives temper to steel and glitter to gold. And like they say when they're thrashing you, "no pain, no gain.
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