It's an indication of how much of a child I still am that I find the unhappy clutter of life to be exhaustively all-consuming. Or you may choose to call it by its other names: self-absorption, intense narcissism, myopia.
In any case, there is no perspective when my sun refuses to shine and my world refuses to turn. And I will be obstinately petulant until this unhappy clutter goes away.
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