On Being Human and Finding Grace

some compassion and grace. This being human is a hard road.

I have been out of sorts for the last week or so, and I couldn't quite put a name to any specific feeling or anything that was overwhelmingly bothering me. It was just this pervasive sense of dissatisfaction. I think this is one of the hardest feelings to identify because it's so common, so gradual. It just sits in the background like a shadow—you can't quite see it, can't quite look at it unless you catch it in your peripheral vision and ask, "What is that?"