It had better read the Edge or I’m fucked. How else will I be able to turn my life around? The specifics, you know, about how/I we got to this point in the road? Does it matter? No. It doesn’t. It is what it is. It is very sad knowing the details read the same for far too many folks around the country: business lost…”we couldn’t hold onto it anymore, couldn’t afford to“; the bank has foreclosed….”it’s only a matter of time” or “no one will hire me….guess age does matter“……and the ubiquitous “no one seems to know me anymore…”
In more cases than not, where you live has a very real and obvious effect on your probability of success. I know this all too well. I once lived in a place where opportunity is abundant. Where “struggle” is a relative thing. But isn’t that always the case? In the end, there’s just you. Well, me in this case. Who hasn’t read a story about people who are experiencing/have graduated from what in the old days was called “the school of hard knocks”. I’m writing today because I’m sore.
And yet I need to take a moment to find the value. (ya mean there’s value in poverty? in hopelessness? in losses that have seeped into your soul?) Trial and tribulation, struggle and frustration have 2 outcomes. Duh.
Mine will be the latter outcome. Despite working/struggling in a vacuum, I believe one day I will look back on that sign and be thankful I could see it. I had the life once, had it all. Now I possess that particular perspective that often accompanies loss. From perspective comes choice.
So, thank you Rod Serling. (rogers often pronounce it “Sterling” even if they did like the Twilight Zone!) Don’t worry, I’m not gonna rag on the rogers today. If I was going to rag on anyone today it would be my own people. As a clark involved in self evolutionization, I find that I often get tired. Which is just a reminder I’d better keep my focus.
What happens when clarks get tired? We tend to become transparent. As in almost invisible. Different but the same from those days we are in fact, invisible. LOL If you are a clark, there’s not much ‘splaining to do. (Invisible days are those you float through – you don’t seem to be heard. By anyone. That’s what you assume. I mean, it makes sense, because you don’t generate responses to your questions or answers or commentations in general. Like I said. Invisible.)
So, it’s Sunday, another day. I woke up again. So what am I going to do about it?