Writing sometimes seems so empty.
Writing about my life, my petty woes about the internet connection.
When I read something like this I almost feel guilty for the way I live. I feel guilty about living in an apartment, about having an internet connection, a computer, or even a refrigerator!
I am squat in the middle, but still feel guilty about not doing more. Some people are doing though, and showing us that small beginnings are also significant in this world torn between need and greed.