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Life Carries On — Shall We?
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It’s a day after the US election; we’re still alive; although some of us feel like we’ve been rolled over by that big blue recycling truck, our hopes and dreams left for roadkill. I don’t want to turn this into another political story, so I’m downing an Advil and settling into the small, quiet things: the hum of the refrigerator, the comforting clicking of my computer keys, the crunch of Autumn leaves underneath my feet, the first test of my morning coffee brew— each a reminder that life goes on, even if bruised and battered.
I’ll let the world spin its politics and promises while I work out my frustration and anxiety through my creative muse, recognizing that sometimes the only control I have is over the stories I choose to tell and the resilience I summon to keep telling them.
As William Ernest Henley wrote in Invictus, a reminder of strength against the odds:
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Henley captures that relentless resolve, a reminder that even in the bleakest moments, we have a choice to rise, to live fully, to keep creating.
