Sunday, March 22, 2020


Those I consider family are a large group. Worrying about them can sometimes be unsettling. I want everything to work out for everyone. It won't, and that's hard to deal with.

Keeping my distance, passively observing, is painful, but the only way. Their futures appear like paths leading clearly into the distance. My curse is to watch, without interference, wrong paths followed to all ends.

Any suggestion to dissuade or attempt to alter their trajectory might lead to chaos wherein others are pulled by an unseen undertow into the charybdis. The small eddy created always seems to butterfly effect into devastating tidal waves. The button-pushers have a wicked sense of humor.