Daniel Aegan

I’m not going to lie. Things are looking bleak.

I’m sure others have it worse. They always do. What comfort is there in thinking that. “Sure, I feel horrible, but so-and-so has it so much worse. At least I’m not them!”

Some of us were put here as helpers, to the detriment of themselves. What do you do, though, when you have to help someone you love and nothing you say seems to come out right?

I was told I drew the short straw in a game if karma and chance. I’m a pawn in another game, my piece cast aside so the game can lurch forward. I watch from the pile of discarded pieces, unable to do anything but wallow in my own plight, lying in a ditch I dug myself by my inaction.

I’m trying, I really am. I don’t know if it’ll be enough. In the end, sometimes you have to take solace in the fact that you tried.

It sucks, knowing how it ends. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying, though. I just hope one of my answers turns out to be the right one.

-Daniel Aegan
5/15/19