Cheer this now, cry later
Everyone was doing what everyone had always done, veneer intact. Voices were strained, smiles forced and doubts undiscussed as usual - but all that ended as the Tipping Point was reached. There were two white flashes - some said three - at the twilight of mankind's day. Then darkness descended for all. The power plants were gone, not to return. Smoke rose in the distance as people climbed rooftops to see what happened. Word spread the Radicals had finally taken over. The final shards of trust were gone with the wind.
The blackout was in all places - the heart, the mind and the soul. All the clever lies of self-delusion, all the machinations of war, all the power in the world became useless overnight. Dark were the hearts of the authors of this destruction. Day was as night. Round the clock could be heard the chilling gun fire and distant screams. Who was attacking who? Stores were looted and raided into emptiness, never restocked. Highways became deserted paths of previous excess. No one spoke of the philosophy of The Savage Way Things Must Be. The time of illusion had been crushed by nature's Reality.
It had been said, "Only in evil can we trust. Love will betray us and leave us to die." So they trusted their love of evil, calling it good, declaring it the true love. Billboards left standing mocked the survivors, still preaching the belief of bullets, lovely lies and silent sin as the paths to paradise: pale propaganda meant for God. Water fouled as processing plants stopped functioning. Like a plague of locusts, farms were stripped of all things edible till even the stalks were fought over. In this new age, paper once valued over life itself was used to start fires, stillborn tanks were crawled over by children, the seats of power reeked in defecation. The truth could be bent no more.
Realize the now
Nature's tsunami crashed upon the shores of mankind, revealing that built on stone and that built upon sand. Only once does the tsunami come, but it brought a time of suffering never seen before - or since. Gradually, the fog lifted in the aftermath as a Questioning came wondering why they ever bothered to lie in the first place. How obvious the way to live! Survival's path they found lay in sharing and in feeding off the joy of contributing to the welfare of all. Never was it mandated any more than one mandates breathing. Those who held on to the old ways, held onto death, their dead bodies scorned and despised for the foolishness they let posses them.
Dawn broke with Tears of Joy. Like a calf learning to walk, the grip on Reality grew stronger. Not since first creation had Man known such living excitement. Survival meant surrender - but surrender was a good thing, releasing poison from the heart. Smiles were genuine with the gleaming knowledge of knowing what was built now would last forever. With the breath of this rebirth, it was as if Man had never existed before - like it had all just been a dream destined to wash away. Gratitude flowed like waterfalls for the gift of responsibilities, to lap the saving waters of learning to give. This was true living, reaping the freedom of facing the future must come from within.
The inevitable normal
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Take a sad song and make it better. Is there a choice?
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