I wake up to a life without purpose.  Acting a life instead of living it, it's an easy step to deciding the role has no meaning.  This a sad and dangerous thing, feeling that it would make no difference whether I were here or not.  It's incorrect too, according to all I've learned to believe.  But at least when I lose track of the joy, forgetting that it lies in what is given and at hand, in giving, I am still blessed with the awareness that the fault is in my looking and not in the thing seen.

Grin and bear it.