A few months back I wrote down this line by the poet Mary Oliver: "Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine."
My despair for as long as I can remember has been The Secret Plan* remains a secret. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't feel some level of grief because of this.
*"Our secret plan is this: We're going to go on consuming the world until there's no more to consume. This does not preclude consuming it "wisely" or consuming it as slowly as possibly. It doesn't preclude supporting every conceivable conservation initiative. It doesn't preclude supporting every conceivable means of recycling. We're going to recycle, we're going to conserve-- but we're also going to go on consuming until there's no more to consume."--Daniel Quinn from On Investments