I know I’m not the only one but this time of the year always, always brings me down. I hate January and February.
It feels all wrong.
The light is wrong.
The air is wrong.
The beat of the day is to me, out of sync.
The only thing that used to help me get through was the pills the doctor gave me. I don’t take them anymore, so the dark brain kicks in and I ‘suffer’.
‘Suffer’?
Which is rich coming from a man who lives in a relatively wealthy country that is (at the moment) not being bombed or is at war. A country where the innocents can still go to school and are not being killed in the thousands in the most horrific ways.
Is it any wonder that people in their total desperation turn to a God.
If there is nothing. If there is nothing that can stop the present pain…. then why not Invent something.
Invent hope.
Construct a belief that there is something, something on the way.
Something coming that will save us all.
It’s just a matter of time.
Just be patient and keep on praying.
‘It’ will turn up one day and stop this madness.
It is written.
It is promised.
And ‘it’ will come.
Better late than never.
In the meantime, the children will burn.
Fuel to the fire.
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