Comprehending the world is getting harder and harder. My brain just doesn’t want to compute the possibilities. The negatives are piled together with so many others it is hard to pick them apart to analyze each one to find the place to pin my hopes. No one could compare one life to another. No one can compensate for the losses in the recent past, current, or future. Compelling information of fake or real news keeps us all complaining about each other and the world at large. Complex feelings overwhelm us in confusion.
Why not compliment each other for the good we can find. We could spend time composing our thoughts, making compassion our mission. As my mother used to say, “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything.” Granted she could have held on to her own advice most of her life. But one piece of gold can compensate for a lot of mud.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “comp.” Find a word that starts with or contains “comp” and use it in your post. Enjoy!
Darswords 
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