futile

I can feel the flames, low, smoldering, dancing waves of heat below; I can feel them grow more intense, warmer until they’re almost unbearably hot. The flames are rising, and I can almost taste the heat, so thick and pure. I can feel it. Can you feel it? I say it so often, to never give up and to never give in. It’s so easy to do. To give up, to give in and to let the flames die, without feeding them, let them starve… futility. Too many times I read things that are hurtful, painful and faithless. There are children who do nothing wrong but are born with a disability that makes them difficult, that makes them challenging, that makes them different. And for that, many are punished, treated wrongly, told they will never make it, that all hope is just a dream and dreams are for bedtime. Therefore, the insinuation all to often is: […]