“It is a time when one’s spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death. It is a time when one is filled with vague longings; when one dreams of flight to peaceful islands in the remote solitudes of the sea, or folds his hands and says, What is the use of struggling, and toiling and worrying any more? let us give it all up.”
You, or rather Mark Twain, have accurately summed up my mood this morning. Some days are like that. But not all days, so don't give up the fight. Maybe just take a breather...
I have felt this way at times. Age and infirmity creeping in leaves me wondering what else is left? But it also could be March in Alaska so I’m hanging on😊
Yes, please explain why the title and soulful thoughts?🙏
You, or rather Mark Twain, have accurately summed up my mood this morning. Some days are like that. But not all days, so don't give up the fight. Maybe just take a breather...
Are you leaving us, Eric? 😒
Seriously, WTF good friend? We are all confused. We need your humor!
Thanks for all the fish Eric. ❤️
That’s very depressing …
I have felt this way at times. Age and infirmity creeping in leaves me wondering what else is left? But it also could be March in Alaska so I’m hanging on😊
Yes, please explain why the title and soulful thoughts?🙏
Don't you dare...I do not believe that your "spirit is subdued" or "sad" nor that it is time to "give it all up"
We miss you at C&C Eric!