Reminder: Days End

It’s hard to see the forest for the trees. Some days can have you so badly beaten down you forget it was just one tree doing the beating, not all trees. There are still plenty of trees out in that forest to attack and reduce you down to a bloody pulp.

Not to mention when it rains it pours. Not only do you have one tree beating you but it’s pouring down rain. Now, you’re wet and the tree is also receiving vital nutrients so it’s getting stronger.Perhaps you're getting less splinters though since it's not as dry.

Then there’s bad news comes in three. The one tree wasn’t enough so here comes some jacked-up-on-water buddies to make sure that when you’re down, you stay down.

When your swollen shut, bloodshot, bruised and battered eyes finally do open and the trees have returned to the forest and the sun is shining, you’re expected to get back up on your broken legs and shattered knee caps and saunter forward. You’re expected after being stricken with all that life can throw at you to be okay, to survive, to keep the momentum of life going.

Get back on the horse. What if the forest killed your horse? What if it was a Neil Gaiman forest that sucked everything down to the marrow? Some days it feels like it’s just me broken and battered trying to fend off trees from truly ending things. Some days it feels like the sky is falling and I sow but never reap. Some days I want to play dead even though I know it won’t stop the trees from coming for me. Even though I know it’s hiding from my problems.

Sunsets are truly beautiful. I love my sun rises but sunsets bring a close to the day. It means you get to sleep soon or wander or just be in darkness. It brings a conclusion. Days end but a new one begins just as quickly. Days end, recollect yourself, formulate a plan for the next day, try to remember that not all is lost or bad. That thanks to deforestation the forest can’t go on forever. There’s an end somewhere and you just have to reach it but don’t wait for a knight in shining armor. Smear some mud on your face so the trees can’t smell you and learn to survive. Giving up, is when the forest wins and there’s no coming back from that.