Everything we see challenges everything we believe. We want to laugh; we often cry. Our stress comes in many forms, often misrepresented. The walk along the tight rope no longer has the safety net. Happiness is no longer the goal; a good night’s sleep is all we want.
Some tell us to pray while others say we should network, the elements of faith and substance to occupy the mind and soul. There is the occasional “hang in there” and “you’ll get through this” to stoke the flames of hope, to help us breathe through the lamentation.
The words of men echo into the void. We cannot save the pennies earned; our time squandered for the choices made. Thoughts of the exodus are appealing but there is no promise land.
Write Now and Later 