Starting is always the hardest part, whatever I’m doing. I want to write about cynicism, about hope, about exercising the muscle that keeps us striving for a better future, in spite of the morass of violence and fear and poverty and strife that rolls upon us in waves. The moon makes tides and we move by our own reaping. But I never know where to start.
These same words go through my mind at least once a day. I lived through the’60s and ‘70s and beyond. Life has been scary many times. Hoping and working for freedom and talking out loud and hoping for humanity helps.
This is excellent Sara! You captured how so many people are feeling. Thank you, again, for putting into words the emotions of many.
The feeling of hopeless exhaustion has come at me in waves lately. It’s so good to know that I’m not the only one having to push back the tide.
These same words go through my mind at least once a day. I lived through the’60s and ‘70s and beyond. Life has been scary many times. Hoping and working for freedom and talking out loud and hoping for humanity helps.