I wasn’t sure what to choose as my word for the 6th letter of the alphabet so I selected forlorn, having a sense of hopelessness or futility, being pointless.
Like cleaning up the family room and then watching in total despair as the mini tornadoes once again rearrange the space into a complete shambles, all within 5 minutes of the hard work you’ve put into cleaning, uncluttering and putting away the toys which they use to amuse themselves with on a daily basis.
Sure, it’s a necessary act but sometimes I ask myself, what’s the point, they’re just going to mess it up again anyway.
but then, life is comprised of such events that happen on a daily basis, even multiple events that happen multiple times over a span of multiple days. Sure, that probably didn’t make much sense but since this is an entry about pointless futility, it really doesn’t have to.