Carry on they say.
As if nothing at all matters. As if all that happened began with one anxious dream.
But sometimes the ground beneath us trembles far too much. When every step guarantees a fall. It’s difficult to brace your legs while your mind is untethered, unsteady, unsure.
Just a little more they say.
A little more time, a little more effort. And surely, just a little more focus on others. It’s solid, practical, reasonable advice of course. And if I could absorb it, learn from it, embrace it, you know that I would.
As Jacob once wrestled, so too must I. And I will also find a way, even though I limp. Perhaps especially so.
But first today, let me sleep.
Just a little more.
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