Cribbed from the Un
I often feel like giving up. I don’t know why I don’t except that I have family I love and students to whom I feel accountable. I have hope that, in the end, it will all make sense—the overabundance, the scarcity, the apparent meaninglessness, the incredible urge to harm, the terror of others. And the envy—worst of all the emotions, and most hidden. I often think I can’t take another day… I don’t know what else to say, except hang in there, we are all suffering, all of us, even though it might not seem so from the surface, even if from the surface it all looks easier in some other life—
Jorie Graham
