Here we go. Now officially into our third year. Or, as I call it, round three.
Since the opening bell, I came our aggressive. But, this also leaves me wide open to punishing blows. Yes, if I go down it will be swinging. Along the way I managed to stay on my feet, perhaps wobbly and exhausted, but never hitting the canvass. People think this is strength. It’s fear.
I’m battered and bruised… not even close to the man I was. I’ve grown both stronger and weaker at the same time. I grew infinitely wiser, but curse this new knowledge. You know, people really don’t give blissful ignorance the true credit it deserves.
What happened to Ryan (and how he suffers and survives) shines a light on all the is right and wrong, albeit on a small-scale. The classic clash between the good and the bad. It spotlights the righteous and illuminates the darkness in which evil lurks. This light pulls both ways — love and hate, hope and despair, sadness and elation — a tug-of-war where the rope is nothing but a hair-thin, frayed thread. This, to me, might be the greatest reason people are drawn in. It engages every emotion. It forces people to pick a side. Reality television has nothing on this… am I right?
Today, just like the past 730 day before will be no different. We’ll dig in our heels and hope to not lose ground. Hey, if we’re lucky, we might even gain a little.
We just need Ryan’s light to keep shining.