Whilst in the midst of a "poor me" period over the weekend I across the word "weltschmerz" being applied to one of my favourite literary characters John Rebus. World weariness. I love the word but hate the idea, and particularly hate my tendency towards it at times, in all its manifestations. Indeed just reading the word was part of what forced me to re-evaluate my mindset, and yesterday and today's posts are part of that...
From sneering cynicism,
soul-crushing scepticism,
and patronising pessimism,
expecting the worst in others
and frequently,
disappointingly,
not being disappointed;
From Celtic gloom
And Anglo-Saxon sensibility;
From casual acceptance
of a theology
of total and utter
irredeemable
depravity,
Good Lord
Deliver me.
Selah
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