The best intentions, life-affirming and planet-improving, pure as can be, they get molested and perverted by encroachments, demands from others, complications, curses.
Twisted.
Sigh, if only we were free to truly pursue what we believe we should be. If only life left us be, gave us peace and quiet, like a log cabin in a calm mountain setting, inhale, exhale, calm, no bears clawing at the door. If only.
Nina, Polina, Sofiya... Alone, at Sea, Siberia... 