Today, I feel a need to turn off the noise, to ignore politics just for one day, to take a fucking moment to think. To look around. To notice.
Where am I?
Where am I going?
What is going on?
And how the hell did I get here?
And what is that thing off in the distance, up ahead, looking somewhat ominous, barreling towards me at probably a very high rate of speed? It looks big. Huge, even. And dark. I think I can hear it rumble.
Is it death? Or just another challenge?
Is it the tunnel, itself, or the light at the end?
Soon, I will need to decide. Soon, I will need to act.
For now, though, I need to just stop. Pause. Listen. Inhale. Look behind me, to the left, to the right, to the sky, to the ground.
This is where I am. This is who I am. My feet touch the soil, and my head touches the wind. My veins hold water, and my heart holds fire.
Tomorrow may be chaos. Tomorrow may be pain.
Tomorrow may be liberation.
Today, I just wait. Ready or not.