Maybe

I am 37 years old and have been through enough trauma to last a lifetime so motivational talks really irritate me. It's easy for people who haven't seen much anguish to say keep moving, keep pushing, just believe. The triumph, to me, comes when some one has been through hell and hot water and can still be positive. That is not very easy to do. It is hard to recognize the sun when you have only seen clouds. It all starts to look like more sky. How do you find the sun? What do you do to pull yourself up and feel like things will turn around? These are questions I ask myself daily. Some days I feel I know the answers. Others not so much. Maybe there is no difinitive answer. Maybe you should just do what works for you. Maybe it will all wash out in the end. Maybe we are all screwed up. Maybe we aren't. Who really knows? Maybe nobody.
T. Watley
A Fantasy Real: When Life and Lust Collide