More and more, I’m finding myself in the midst of huge changes in my life.
Still, the working world isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Or, at least, it’s not that bad YET. But I think, judging by the way things are going, I’ll be just fine.
Now that’s a comforting thought.
It’s like in the great stories, Mister Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?
But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer.
Those are the stories that stayed with us, that meant something, even if we were too small to understand why.
But, I think, Mister Frodo, I do understand. I know now: Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding onto something… That there’s some good in this world, Mister Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.