(seen in The Door Magazine from the Last Word called "Surprised by Joy")

Blessed are the poor and the powerless? Apparently so.

This would explain why my intuition about using my cane was dead wrong. Why my expectations about tomorrow always set me up for disappointment. Why imagining some possible good event in the future robs me of the pleasure when or if it ever arrives. Why worry is stupid. And why thinking about myself in any respect always leads to despair.