Mother Nature’s Cruel Justice
Posted March 26, 2012on:
How bad does it have to get before you wake up and smell the coffee? Before you understand, you are in waaaay over your head and there is no lifeline being thrown?
How far under do you have to go before you see that a shovel will not dig you out of a hole filled with water? When do you accept defeat? At what stage do you simply say, “I can’t see a way over; around; through or under this muddle?” And when do you stop counting on others to bail you out of circumstances that, while they may not be entirely of your doing, you certainly have no one to blame but yourself?
And HOW do you keep yourself from losing your mind when you are being taken along on the sinking ship and there is no life jackets on board? And the one steering the boat refuses to load any?
How do you gracefully ‘stand and accept defeat’ when you are very much aware the one destroying you has laid the plan so carefully and ruined all your dreams and hopes? You see your hard earned rewards snatched from your fingers as you try to clutch at them, clawing. When material things, that shouldn’t mean anything, are tossed to strangers who gleefully run their sticky fingers over the treasures and gloat at the ‘steals’ they’ve just acquired.
The bile that threatens to spill out of your insides as you stand by, unable to turn back the clock.
Watching as it slips away. You are grateful you have your life. You think. Some days you think it would be easier if the good Lord would just add you to His calling card.
You look around. There is nothing left. How long do you wait? How long before you accept the results aren’t going to change. The gavel has been sounded and there is no more hope. The bell has tolled.
Somehow, you find the strength to rise and look about you, and, like Scarlett, declare, “Tomorrow IS another day.” Unlike Scarlett though, you will not be rebuilding. There is nothing left to build upon. The sand has shifted and the great river has claimed what it once owned.
How do you fight? Where do you look for the strength to continue? To move on, to restart?
Mother Nature’s Cruel Justice… We can bend the river, but we cannot break it…
PS: Tomorrow IS another day… I may be broken, but I will heal…
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