Too much

If my dog isn't crashing, it's me.

It isn't necessarily work that is the culprit. Certainly not for Niki the dog, but for me, not so much, either.

It's the "things" that have come into my orbit lately. Suicide. Death. Not the same thing here, two different events, same result of course. Oh, the theft, too.

Sometimes I wonder how much an individual is expected to endure, and how long.
Actually, it isn't sometimes but all the time that I battle internally on that question.

Do we ever really get the answer?

If it weren't for friends and family, the wind, the hike, the music, faith. God, how could any of us really endure?

If you come upon this, comment please.

thx.