No one likes to receive dismal news, especially right in the
middle of a hard campaign that is often fought alone. Accolades, elation,
celebration and jubilation are desired special effects to build resolve. Yet, living
every day in the middle of chaos, pushing the mind, energy and focus to the extreme
limit, all with a hope for a promise of a nice rainbow and pot of gold at the
end of the process, seems a bit deflated when there’s not even a hint of a pot
and the skies remain gray and overcast.
It is known that the rainbow doesn’t appear until after the storm. Yet,
one foot must still be placed in front of the other right in the middle of the
downpour, amid the search for the rainbows end.
Heads must remain high amongst the throngs of naysayers, those
who shout their insults against the mere belief that the possibility
exists. Don’t blink, even when rain
drips from lashes and stings the eyes and blurs the vision. Keep moving, even when feet are wrinkled and
numb within the soggy boots, as they slosh through muddy paths. A promise doesn’t come by magic – a simple
snap of the finger. It comes by faith –
through trial and testing.
Is there courage enough to stand to continue this
quest? Or will the dream be allowed to
wither and die in the face of adversity?
Till next time,
~T.L. Gray
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