The Good And The Bad

She stands in front of the Holocaust exhibit reading about the last hours of a girl not much older than her youngest sister. She’s thankful that her sister will get to live to be older than that.

He places his large, off-white paw on the ice, gingerly testing it to make sure its thick enough to support his furry body before putting all his weight down.

She walks across the graduation stage to collect her medical degree. She counts her blessings that she lives during a time where she is allowed – encouraged, even – to get a doctorate.

He sits at the kitchen table, head in his hands, tears falling on the large pile of bills that he can’t afford to pay this month. It’s a choice between heat or groceries.

She swallows her daily morning Pill, thankful that she is able to date the boy she loves without having to worry about having children. She hasn’t yet decided if she’s ready to bring kids into this world.

He looks down at the test results and lets out a curse. The damn cancer is back, after five full years out from under its cloying shadow. It seems like everyone he knows is sick with something or other these days.

The screens never go dark; information is everywhere; people are born who years ago might never have been conceived.

Life won’t stop; life will change, but life will go on. Love will always last forever.