Shakespearian doubt

Life is hard enough with all the running around at work, the emotional roller-coaster of relationships, the absurdity of human society, the stupid  hurts of the political world, so I seek refuge in my creative work, writing & photography, my little haven, my safe-house, my blog. When the integrity of this last refuge is attacked what do I have left?  If even this—the last solace that makes worth enduring all the slings and arrows—can bring me unbearable pain, I can only wonder if it is still worth pursuing. What do I have left to enjoy? Can I continue writing in this now taint medium or should I cease all activities? That is the question…

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