just a stray thought... a lady used to call a few years ago..a friend ..daughter had m.e.
she,d kindly drop me books off, i said to her one day "what do you think of me" she laughed..saying "why, what makes you ask such a thing."....
reply.. cos i see myself through other peoples eyes...
she said "i think you are wasting your life"....... in a nutshell..

thing is this is what was marked down for me and i play the hand i was dealt.. with as much dignity as i can muster.....

while trying to figure out what the world and all its inhabitants is about..
i look around at people going about their business ... the rat race....
and feel sorry for them..the majority..