It occurs to me that one of the reasons why civilized behaviour seems to be in decline is personal wealth: people don’t need each other the way they used to, or so they believe. Poor people – everyday citizens – once had to be a lot more interdependent simply to survive. We needed each other.
Here’s the thing: I can’t help you. No one can. It’s your journey, your struggle, your opportunity. And one way or another, you will make it to your death. You’ll arrive at the end of your life changed, for good or for ill; life will have made its mark and even the most obtuse will arrive much wiser and complete than when they started.
Where to begin? There are those times in life where it feels like you have a bulls-eye on your back and God is going a-huntin’. Mercifully, they don’t happen very often, but it sure feels like that’s what happened this last week.
I was bemoaning my fate to my brother the other day by text, and yet when I saw the list typed out, it really didn’t seem that bad; just life after all. And I suppose it could be seen as just another set of “white folk’s problems”, but damn, it sure threw me for a wallop.