Some days, the world is simply too much.
Too much hate
Too much effort
Too much need
But alas, when the world is too much there's really naught to do but soldier on. As a solo poly person, if I don't work, I endanger my retirement. (I also recognize the privilege of having a retirement plan) I lose medical coverage, future, and more.
On the hard days, gird ones loins and march though. Ignore the distractions, the imagery of a world of abundance, and simply... survive.
