Depression, Perspective & White Privaledge

As a married man living in the United States circa 2015, I couldn't possibly ask for for a better life, and I couldn't readily deserve a life half this good. There remain strands of that old psychic tether to the ludicrous superstition that most people eventually get what they deserve. When the relentlessly high quality of my life begins to elicit fits of bitter paranoia, it's clearly time to begin giving something back to the world which has been so nurturing and gratifying that virtually all of my life's suffering has emanated from within.

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