Pledge, sort of

In this time, when we feel like we are at the edge. And life is handing out lemon for free. too much of it actually. In the weather this harsh, the sky this cloudy. It is hard to use judgement and clear head. It is our most vulnerable of what if and what would have been.

But shall we be constantly reminded? That we caught in so maaaaany storm to get into this one. And those were carved into the back of our head, and scarred our mind. But it is just a tiny little star dust in the past.

Then we shall prevail. Like those who preceeds us. Those who prove time and time again that this can be done. And like we have done before, we will weather the storm. Buckle up. and then dust the debris of ourselves to find out the rainbow overhead.

So defiantly, let we say it from the top of our lungs that this too, like all of the other, shall pass.

Then, excuse us for we have a date with destiny that we must be prepared for.