teetering between tired - and really really tired.

It's a three steps forward, two steps backwards kind of situation. A repeat yourself until your blue in the face - scream until your voice is hoarse - cry until your dried up like a prune, situation. Be quick to point that being hard-done-by is a job of the hardest kind and life is never easy. No one ever said it would be, did they? Walk with a stride that implies an entitlement of kings and queens. A higher power most of us thirst to get a taste of. But who was appointing hierarchy, and who decided that we could survive this way? Who ever said that the grass was greener just hadn't spent enough time on the other side of the bridge to understand that underneath the lush top layer of green grass is always a lot of dirt. Who ever said that, didn't spend enough time ripping up the grass and planting better things. It doesn't take much to get past the top layer, if that's what your after. I guess a lot of us aren't really after that - though. Just keep migrating to the next green patch until it's worn out and flattened from the weight of our expectations.