A Constricting World

Here I am, at a crossroad. The choice is as Hamlet's, to be, or not to be.

I have come to discover that when the world seems to expand, and grow, the desire to live, love, and learn grow with it.

As I age my world is continuing to contract, to constrict. The opportunities to love, live, and learn seem to become more and more diminished. The pain becomes more and more extensive, and my joy becomes so much more decreased. Friends whom I knew are gone. Loves I have known have vanished. My career has become meaningless, and has fled me.

I figure that I have but one option: to see if I can successfully expand my world again. Without that, the futility of this life will lead me to succumb.