To The Redneck
I keep the faith that all this stuff we’re doing, all the things we’re sacrificing are worth it. I can’t help feeling pessimistic, that the work we’ve begun will fade away into nothingness. Maybe it’s because I don’t have confidence that our footsteps will last, that our children will remember, that anyone will remember. And maybe that doesn’t matter. Maybe it IS all about right now, this time, this small insignificant speck in the timeline that matters. The rest is just…unformed. I want to think about future generations, but I have that fear that we’ll be like the old man, remembering when we played our part and wondering why it all didn’t last. I never understood why a rich man would build a statue, a monument to himself. But I suppose it’s the only way a legacy will be remembered. It’s hard because I want to believe the fight is worth it, that when we’re done, something lasting will remain. Yet, the evidence shows that everything is transitory. Everything. It’s difficult to keep working at something that may fade into oblivion right before our eyes. That’s what we have to do, though. We have to believe that a kernel remains, a small remnant of the work we’ve done. And I have to believe it’s worth it. Otherwise, I’d go nuts.
To Ms. April Morlock
You are the bomb! I don’t know what I’d have done without you the last few months. Thanks chica!
To my Boss
I’m totally confused. If that’s the way you like it, you got it.
To The Redneck