Things are rough in this area. Sandy destroyed lives. And what she didn't destroy, she altered uncontrollably. Time are dire right now. At least from where I'm standing, but does that really matter? I can't tell anymore. I'm not entirely sure if I can keep motivation solely through positive thinking and optimism. I think in times of great struggle, we must dig even deeper within ourselves and hold on to something that we don't know is there.
Give it whatever name you want. Soul, religion, willpower, grit, determination, guts, et cetera. Whatever that little extra is, many people, inside and outside of Sandy's reach, must dig deep and trudge on in a world that can be cruel and merciless. Truth is, I'm tired this week. Between Sandy and a whole host of other garbage, I'm starting to reach the end of my rope. But that's okay. Cuz there's a big knot at the end of it, and that's where I'm going to hold on to. What I am going to hold on to.
What's your metaphorical knot? Hope? Love? Anger? Stubbornness?
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