I wasn't sure what to choose as my word for the 6th letter of the alphabet so I selected forlorn, having a sense of hopelessness or futility, being pointless.


Like cleaning up the family room and then watching in total despairity as the mini tornadoes once again rearrange the space into a complete shambles, all within 5 minutes of the hard work you've put into cleaning, uncluttering and putting away the toys which they use to amuse themselves with on a daily basis.


Sure, it's a necessary act but sometimes I ask myself, what's the point, they're just going to mess it up again anyway.


but then, life is comprised of such events that happen on a daily basis, even multiple events that happen multiple times over a span of multiple days.  Sure, that probably didn't make much sense but since this is an entry about pointless futility, it really doesn't have to.






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Comment by Roy Mattson on April 7, 2014 at 12:48pm

From the great poet, John Keats: ...

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades 75
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep


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