Doomed: From the Journal of a Mad Man
Can I tell you a secret?
Every generation thinks their time is the last greatest struggle
and that their struggle will be the end of everything.
Every generation has its precipice and must choose whether to commit suicide or to survive and go on.
The more skittish men look up and panic! They scream, "THE SKY IS FALLING! WE SHALL ALL PERISH!"
Others that look at the world with more optimistic eyes say 'NO! If we all raise our hands together, we can raise the sky and keep it up above our heads! Tomorrow will come if we try!"
Others who truly know in their hearts that all is lost keep their peace and stay silent.
But the wise look on at all of this chaos and smile. They say, "Wow! I wonder what new sky lies beneath this old one? It must hold much splendor, for why else would it crack and fall?
Let us welcome what is being born over our heads.
Let us bear down and survive this falling, and when the chaos again subsides,
join hands and sing together under a brilliant new sky,
in a new time."
Copyright © Brittany Starks | Year Posted 2023
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