Aiming, But Missing

“Despair” by Bertha Wegmann (Danish, 1847–1926)

I know we all feel this way at times, but it appears immutable for me. I have good intentions, but whenever I try to aim for the target, I always miss. I watch each attempt pass every branch, web and blade of grass. It appears to be heading for the intended destination, but it always, always, misses. As someone who tries incessantly to move forward, life prefers to remind me that I may just never hit that target. My most internal-external thoughts.