Sometimes we have to go to the depths of despair to find the core of our being. This has been just such a year for everyone on a global scale. We have to regroup and become the CATALYST!
How do we go on? By believing in each other!
Dwelling on the past, however, has never helped anyone. The future cannot change, redeem, or soften the past. It is what it is, and we all must accept it. Acceptance, though, is not in hiding from the past, but rather in learning from the past. That is how all of us, one at a time, can look to a greater tomorrow. One small act of kindness is the CATALYST!
Everyone was touched by the virus. We have all looked death in the eye and watched strong, remarkable people succumb to its ghastly demise: wives, husbands, lovers, family members, friends, co-workers, celebrities, world leaders, politicians, doctors, nurses, police officers, first responders, the military, the old, the young, children.
All races, ethnicities, countries, cities, towns, villages, etc., have been touched and reminded of our own humanity. It does no good to get caught up in statistics and numbers and what groups of people are more vulnerable than others because we have seen it change, augment, mutate, expand, decline, and then rise its ugly head again to devour another statistic. So, find a drop of strength to become the CATALYST!
No one is immune!
Whether you reflect in sadness or fantasize about happier times returning, let go! Live your life! But do so safely and responsibly, thinking not only of self or country, but of the entire planet which is home to all. We who remain must be strong enough to be the CATALYST!
Love and respect our home.
These are the hardest words I have ever penned. I may not be much of a CATALYST, but I know my strength is in my writing. I choose to use my strength to face the future. Wish me luck and life! The same to all of you!
Blessings and love to all the CATALYSTS out there whose STRENGTH and DETERMINATION will give every one of us a new tomorrow. I am writing to every soul upon this planet in memory of every soul we have loved and lost.
Sometimes we have to go to the depths of despair to find the core of our being. 2018 was just such a year for me. But dwelling on the past has never helped anyone. The future cannot change, redeem, or soften the past. It is what it is. So whether you reflect in sadness or fantasize about happier times returning, let go! These are the hardest words I have ever penned.
That said, I know my strength is in my writing. I chose to use my strength to face the future. Wish me luck! The same to all of you!
Gone are the days of yesteryear.
Gone are smiles, miles, tears and fears.
We of the present can learn from history.
Those of the future will fulfill our destiny.
The past comes alive as sins and wins are repeated.
Triumphs are heralded; Foes are defeated.
If only we could stop the challenges.
If only we could heighten the balances.
It makes me wonder as I ponder,
If all on earth have wandered
These paths before in yesteryear
And have returned with our hopes and fears.
History repeats itself,
But we remain ourselves
Through thick and thin, but in different skins.
Reacting the same way as we begin
Lifetimes in new bodies, when we are given
A chance to redeem our numerous sins
Or spread truth and love, strong and sage,
As we enter life in a future age.
Will I live again
Or is this the end?
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 