Hopelessness

The world changed dramatically since the sun last rose in the east, but not for the better.  No, definitely not for the better.  A large chunk of good has been forcibly excised out of the world we live in, and what remains behind for this grieving survivor is only a feeble equivalent of times past.  Yet what is one to do in such a desperate situation?  Is there any reason for hope?  Any redemption?  Any silver lining to this funereal occasion?  Grieving and crying a river of tears isn’t going to bring my dear old friend back, surely, so there is no reason or value in going overboard on those two innately nugatory activities.  But then what?  What is left for me to do, I beseech of you?  He was here and living and breathing and frolicking and lighting up my life like a blast of napalm and now he isn’t, and no emotion housed in the human arsenal can come even remotely close to addressing the unimaginable pain I am currently experiencing.  It is the cross I now must bear into the foreseeable future, and to be completely frank I am not sure I am up to the task.