Hmm, then again ...

Sad, sorry? In what sense? Tormented by failed aspirations, flawed dreams, relieved by the absence of others, here I am, and I need to acknowledge that it is all down to me? Hmm ... doe that sound odd?
Life, hey? There we were, 3 vs 1000!!! Geez we beat the shit out of those 3 guys ...
Anyway, tonight is the beginning of the mountains in TdF, and it will be interesting to see who comes out to play, what little games are played by the GC contenders ...
Screaming silences erupt around me, and I know not what to do ... Pervaded by sense(s) of (a)loneliness, wondering what to do, how to do it ... am I getting too old for all of this? Why is it I can not simply just give up, fall back into normalcy, be acceptable to the main? Maybe I am just searching for answers in the wrong place(s)? Trying to understand wherefore lies the responsibility of alterity, balanced by acceptance? Is that really so hard?
Of course I am tempted by the prospect of giving in to the pervasiveness of accepting that I am 'wrong', but ... if me, why not somebody else too? Is it a true memory that speaks of me being told that the high standards I set for myself are not articulated, so why am I disappointed when others fail to reach such aspirational heights? Maybe it is that I am a romantic, still believe in a sense of worthiness which is not acceptable in the modern world, and so perhaps I am just the arch-conservative, or recidivist?

p.s. However, since saying all this, I must conceed that it is not to say that I pessimistic or depressed, for there are lights shining bright, illustrating the valiant efforts of one amongst many, as it were. Current 'obsession' is determining what is 'good' in this modern world, what does it mean, and how can I undertake to do 'good'?