Walking Old Roads

Humanity has fractured society, and I am to blame. My benevolent nature and I have had a falling out. This is what happens when the hands of neglect fail to nurture a relationship. Society is not an object I can point to in someone else's yard. I am society, and I have doom scrolled my way into a state of detachment as skepticism dampens my desire for connection. My small, Kansas hometown did not raise me this way. Caring examples of community surrounded my childhood. Once upon a time, my hometown and I knew kindness. I wonder if trusting times are now too far beyond my reach. I can feel the answer to my midlife crisis watching me from behind the details of good and bad, hidden within the neglected shrubbery scattered along Memory Lane.