Those few leaves from the tree after autumn, they fall on the snow sometimes too...
This is an act of constructive thought. Neither bad nor good. Just, constructive. read on with that theme in your mind....
I, as we all, have had struggles as of late. Some can write the word "struggle" off and replace some other word with it. Which is fine. Do what thou wilt.
Other struggles per-say have been a real letting-go of a past relationship that left me with unanswered questions, like a passenger kicked out of a car on a highway. Left to limp along the the shoulder of the highway with a bump on my head and a hazy memory and more questions confusingly answered and at the same time outright unanswered. Questions of which I now realize I will not get a truthful answer to, but just partial cryptic answers based on perception of both/either party. Perception is all we have so I lay no blame to the information I receive even though it doesn't quite satiate my yearn for an answer, any answer. To which, the answer is there ironically and cryptically, but it's there. Yet as "uncle Pete" says: "Nothing is true, everything is permissible." Thus, there are no answers, only thoughts and contemplation with partial acceptance of an accepted answer or surrendered perceptual insight.
So then I relinquish some sort of culmination of the two as related- strength and answers. Related and tied in various state dependencies regarding age, time, perception, and, of course circumstance and story.
"Why should I care?"
"I know what to do, why aren't I aligning with my desired conclusion, desired forethought and afterthought?"
Be it to our detriment and our benefit lovingly the same in some ironically peculiar way, it's there. Don't rise above me nor below me. You know. We all do.
Don't think you can sit right there with me in my mind; with what I feel and think. Nor shall I think I can sit right there with you in yours. I'm at least humble and noble in that regard.