Bleak Vision

Note to doubting self; no, there
is not, cannot possibly exist an
arcane conspiracy concocted by
circumstances and fate, against
your wholesome well-being. This
is simply an instance of entirely
neutral Fortune gone on holiday,
leaving events to occur as they will
themselves and that collective
will is simply more powerful
than the puny fearful one
you just happen to possess.

Admittedly, you feel abandoned,
alone, bereft of the comfort of
a single concerned soul. Bleak the
outlook. Your state of mind, at
present, is little better than your
physical state, so removed from
that lithe and carefree time of youth.
You have borne much, granted;
persevere, and this too shall pass:
on authority you have it.