Your life is in turmoil. And you attempt with all your might to Organize the turmoil into a semblance of acceptability. You beautify the face that you show to others. So that the responses that you receive from them may uplift you. You raise your children in the image of your own ego. And you often cry in bed at night for the way that you sometimes treat them. Misery. Hope. Disappointment. Longing. Emotions. These are your bedfellows. And they are at the center of your life experience.
