The End

I hear people say, “In the end things will all work out.”  I say no.  They are not working out at all.  Things, whatever things are, seem to be in disarray.  I am restless, irritable, discontented, and whining because life is a mess right now.  You know what I hear back when I say all this?  I hear, “Then it is not the end yet.”  Which means what for me?  It means that I have to keep trudging along with hope, trust, faith and do the work.  Most of all, do the work, regardless of how I feel.  If I only prayed, been useful to others, did my job, when I wanted or felt fired up, I would do little or at least a let less work than I do now.  Being an adult, growing up, is hard work.  Well, at least it is for me.