A Story A Day Keeps the Blues at Bay

Overthrowing the Government, We Call that a Tuesday

As the dust settles around me, I can see tired, smiling faces, filled with relief. We won. I drop the shovel that was held so tightly in my hand for the past three days I am afraid that it wouldn't leave. The first thing that comes to mind is to find a familiar face, but there are none. 

Somehow, I manage through all the hoops and hollers back to a place that is recognizable. The town square is in view, and still nothing. Instead of the feeling of going back in time, like they promised, I've come to a place that I know nothing of. Where are the things that I used to see? The shops that have always been there?

As I walk around a woman that I've never seen before in my life comes up to me. "Are you lost my dear?"

Her accent is strange and not from around here. "I... I'm fine." I reply trying to keep the uncertainty out of my voice. As quickly as she came up to me I split. There is no way I'm taking another second in that woman's presence. There is something off about her, I can feel it.

The town square is only a few blocks from my house, so I hang a tight left by the old street lamp that doesn't work, then a quick right past the abandoned factory. If you go far enough back you will find the small shed that I call home. I moved in around six months ago when the executives of the triangle table, kind of rip off name if you ask me, rallied all sorts of people to their cause myself being one of them.

They told a story of a better life where the poor would reign. Gave people someone to blame. What we didn't realize was that they were just using us to obtain a multitude of power. I see that now that it just ended. When I looked around at the people I spent my days with, not one of them were the people that said they would join us, side by side. Use the little guy to do your bidding, such an original plan is it not, we still fell for it either way. 

Now with all things considered, I see why their movement grew as big as it did. When I look back at what my life was like, I ask myself, was all this worth it. Because at the end of the day, I lost everything except this shack that will probably topple over in the storm that's suppose to come within the next few days. Even though it's a sensation that I am not a stranger to, it still plays with your mind and your heart. The only way to answer that question is I don't know. I don't have all the answers right now, and I'm tired from fighting in something, that I now realize, I never really wanted to be a part of in the first place.

This all goes to show how powerful someone can be if they have a way with words. The future is unknown, and even though I have a negative biased with all that has happened, I believe in the future. If what we did the past five months to change the way we live turns out to have been the wrong thing to do, I will be among the people who stand up and fight. 

The life that I live, hopping from one cause to the next, doesn't leave room for lasting relationships. I tried that long ago and all that came from it was hurt and loss. I will happily take all criticism that one wants to throw my way, and it will go in the closet with all the rest. Then when that gets full I'll have to be more creative and put it under the bed with the monsters, or in the butter dish that is only for show.

Lying down in my makeshift bed I wonder how my life is going to change. From this day forward all that I've ever known has yet again been ripped out by the roots to make way for something new. Something exciting and a bit scary, the future is a fickle thing. Anything you do today changes the outcome of tomorrow. As I drift off to sleep with a whisper of sound from a celebration that is taking place just a couple of blocks away, the thought of tomorrow fills my head with hope. Even if the though is one that can be summed up as naïve it helps me to sleep and sleep soundly all throughout the night.

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The first installment of "A Story A Day Keeps the Blues at Bay". We will all see what tomorrow brings. It could be a snippet of the life of a country's queen, or a high school queen or anything in between. I will be back tomorrow with another, hopefully!