Stories of The Unbreakable Spirit

She was a survivalist, that’s all she has known. This knife, this bag and a dysfunctional family that was all but ready to be rid of her. She didn’t mind though. When the time came, she enjoyed not being a part of the family. She never felt like she really belonged there anyway. The black sheep of the foul fortuned family. What she didn’t know or was ready for, was that the world she use to look up too in wonderment, would start to crumble in her mid-life. She watched the simplicity of the world, the creation of technology, the movements that changed the calloused society she was raised in, and finally she watched the downfall. The destruction of the planet. The day, mother nature claimed back with force, all areas we called home.

We all should have seen it coming really. The red flags were there for years. The extreme weather, the cities sinking, over consumption, the encumbered landfills, the lack of water management, the panic. It was all there, we just felt more comfortable being distracted.

While she pondered all these thoughts she felt a pain lodge in the back of her throat. The guilt. The self-shame. She was a survivalist after all. The weight of the darkness almost grabbed her perception, as the weight of the blade impelled her dinner.