I was trying to think of something witty to say about today. When in all actuality I am shrouded by uncertainty. How fortune finds some while it escapes others is a disheartening thought.
My fate has allowed the luxury of me being able to sustain myself in these moments of inconstant flux. I guess you could say I am, “transitioning” from one place in my life, that I’m familiar with, to another place that I am not so familiar with.
The transition is not causing me duress. It’s what awaits me at my destination that leaves me anxious, nervous, hesitant and a little exhilarated at the same time. Fortune has smiled upon me. Yet in these moments my thoughts turn to the less fortunate.
I think about people who can’t find work.
How life for many went from just getting by to now just surviving.
Hope it seems escapes the people who need it most.
Life for many is a constant fight. I would like to express my hopes for those who have to fight to keep the lights on. For those who fight to feed their children. For those who live in uncertainty day to day, week after week, month to month and year to year.
My heart goes out to you. It is my fervent hope that justice is served to those who’s hearts are strong and decent and kind but have to dig deep and do what they must.
The hearts of good people have to be fierce at times. The hearts of good people must be strong and steadfast with fortitude that many people lack.