The world was spinning, day in and day out, with endless tasks and endless responsibilities. Everything seemed so meaningless, so fleeting. In a society plagued with economic decline and suffocating debt, where nothing was as it should be, life was a challenge. Everywhere you looked, there was pressure and expectation. Jobs that didn’t provide enough, costs that kept growing and time slipping away, creating a constant, stressful atmosphere. People had to adapt, learn new skills and try to create something of their own to make it through. I was one of those people. Feeling weighed down by all that life was throwing at me, I searched for something meaningful and stable.
I decided to go back to something that had been in my heart since I was a child: writing. I decided to focus on writing/ storytelling. My goal was to express stories of joy and hope, as well as sorrow and fear. By using my words to transport people to a different world, even if just for a moment, I wanted to remind them that there was always a chance for a better tomorrow. My writing was far from perfect, but with practice I was slowly becoming a better writer/storyteller. Soon, I was creating content for and reaching an ever-widening audience. The monetary rewards are unavailable, was always great, but the greater reward was the joy and contentment of doing something that I truly loved. Today, I am still a storyteller, creating stories that bring joy, laughter and knowledge to people in a world filled with fear and doubt. As my words reach more and more people, I know that I am making a difference in their lives and giving them hope in a chaotic and troubled world.
Once upon a time, in a small playground nestled in a rural corner of the world, the life of the children who used to gather there was far different than it is today. Long ago, there was little thought of economic or financial woes, or of where their future may lie. The days were filled with carefree play and youthful laughter as children tested their physical and mental boundaries on the equipment, finding solace in being able to freely express themselves in a safe, happy environment. But, with the onset of a global financial crisis and growing levels of inflation, the playground and its children have had to make a significant adjustment in the way they approach life. Where once the days were spent creating forts and towers, playing hide and seek and games of tag, the kids must now spend their free time gathering and growing their own food, scavenging for materials to barter, and devising strategies to make a living from their available resources. Gone are the days of simplistic enjoyment of one another’s company. For many of the kids at the playground, a job is the only viable way of providing for themselves and their families. There is little room for failure in the face of increasing hardship and mounting debt.
But amongst the change and upheaval of their current life, the playground kids have still managed to find time for self-expression. The vibrant colors of the play structures have been painted with poetry and images of hope, while some have taken up the art of story telling to capture their collective experience of the ever-evolving world around them. In a world where nothing is certain, one thing remains the same: the kids of the playground still keep hold of the powerful spirit of camaraderie and ingenuity, which ensures that even when the landscape of their life has changed, their stories of survival still remain.
Until our beautiful minds meet again be safe out there. Many blessings and much love.. Remember Everyday Minds Matter -Della 💞🦋