There has to be a way, I just know it. Right?

Once upon a time everything seemed better and our worries and frustrations may not have been fewer but they somehow seemed farther in between. And, further still, it somehow seemed easier to see beyond the problems of today.

There was always the weekend. There was always a way. Maybe because there seemed to be will to find one.

I am tired. We are all tired. And that is no excuse but I know that things might not seem as dire with the blessing of a good night’s sleep behind me. That really sounds so good yet so permanently elusive.

So much had happened over time, over life, over so many people now no longer in the mix.

Why must it rain again, on Monday?

So much to do, as always, and so precious little time, as always again. Where do I start and where does it end?

What has happened to this world? What can I do about it?

What has happened to this country and why do far too many seem okay with where we have fallen?

What has happened to our children and what will their futures be like? Who will hold them and comfort them when we no longer are?

What has happened to my dreams and all the things in life that I once thought might be?

Here on the weekend but fading by Sunday eve.

Gone in the wink or blink of an eye and likely to never come back by again. You missed that bus; that ship has sailed; the team has gone on without you.

I have very few things that I still care about and those few (and very far between) seem under duress on a regular basis. The fact that there are few is not really all that depressing or maybe even surprising to me but the fact that it has become so hard to manage what remains is much more than disturbing.

By Sunday night sleep should come but seldom does. In the middle of the night the worries come and stay, planted as if to remain forever.

By Sunday night the weekend and the dreams are gone.

And all that remains is to stumble out of bed the very next day and realize that it has all begun again whether you wanted it to or not.

And while this day, this very day, will for sure wend on and more than likely new things will arise you will be left with little more than the knowledge that all is the same as it was and perhaps all that has changed is the fact that it is now later on this Monday.