Punching Bag

by Rex Ogle

No matter how dark the past, or even the present, the sun will always come up tomorrow. There is hope.

Once I’m inside, I will scream and I will rage. I will let out the anger inside me before it burns me alive.

Marisa says, It gets dark sometimes, big brother. But the sun always comes up tomorrow. Focus on that.

And that whatever you’ve gone through, you’ve survived it to be here, in the present. Now. But if you’re anything like me, you’re carrying a lot of pain. My advice? Let it go. Let the past be the past. Move forward.

Yes, life can be dark. It can be pain. It can be agony. But it can also be sunshine. And birds chirping. And the song of the ocean tide rolling back and forth. It can be a child’s laughter. It can be your own laughter. Life can be good too. Life is never perfect, but is always many things—often at once. Please, remember to try and enjoy it.