Thanks for replying, _Sky, Mouse_, and ECHOES. I really needed to get that out.

My problem isn't with struggling to find purpose in MY life, or dealing with the cold, hard reaity that there is no intrinsic meaning to life and that leaves me responsible to invent my own; I'm an existentialist, so to a certain point, I embrace that fact and rejoice in it.

What I can't deal with is the irrevocable suffering of my mom's life, the pathetic nature of my dad's current and most likely future life. It seems so unjust... as I said, I expect no justice from this absolutely neutral universe. But as a human being who has a sense of right and wrong, pain and pleasure, for better or for worse I hurt because they suffer/ed and I have practically no power to change that. They failed, perhaps not of their own accord but failed nonetheless, to establish a meaning for their lives, and it's tough for me to deal with that.

I don't know, I'm just in one of those moods, I guess. Any support is deeply appreciated.

(((((hugs)))))

Thanks,



J