If I were to suddenly leave this planet the world would not explode. The mountains would continue to be climbed “because they are there”. The rivers would run, the brooks would babble, the birds would chirp. The peope would go about their day doing their same chores, following their same patterns, being their old selves.
So why when I leave for a bit does it appear that I am the lone card holding up a house, make that a mansion, of cards…and my simple leaving causes it to collapse? Why is it that everything I had touched before suddently becomes a problem? I mean, really!?!?
IS IT A PROBLEM? OR HAVE YOU MADE IT ONE?
I AM EXPENDABLE. GET A GRIP.