The older I get the less tolerant I have become of people, myself included. I struggle with feelings of sadness and helplessness often and push them down far away until something makes it impossible to do so. Having said this, I recognize that the life we lead is of our own making. We make choices along the way that shape our memory of the past, happiness in our present and the outcome of our future. The box we live in is a culmination of our life lived thus far. Some days like today I wish my younger self had been better at looking at the bigger picture of life when making choices.
Life is what you make it.