I really enjoy television shows. There is something blissful in having a particular time of the week to look forward to, a time to share with your loved ones and maybe make a special snack as you settle in to watch the struggles and joys of characters that you relate to and feel connected with. I am thankful that I am fortunate enough to be able to enjoy entertainment such as this. I do not take for granted the simple things in my life that people in other circumstances may not have. As an overloaded college student, I don’t currently have time to indulge in my beloved weekly pastime. I miss the good old days of watching Friday night cop shows with my parents. I would get my homework done, and then we would make frozen pizza and open a 2-liter of off-brand soda. I treasure simple memories like these. I recently got a good deal on some DVD’s of a couple of my favorite shows. This week I was catching up on the television series Arrow. Something about vigilante justice makes me feel empowered, like it is possible to make a difference in the world. A particular quote from one of the first episodes of season two struck me. In a flashback to the island, Slade tells Oliver, “Living is not for the weak.” They were in a war for survival as they fought to escape the island, but his words resonated with me.
I am not fighting for my life. At least, not physically. But life is not just a physical dimension. Living is not for the weak of spirit or mind either. Sometimes living does feel like a battle. I pray you, reader, have not experienced the fear and darkness that can exist in one’s mind. I hope you have not known days where getting out of bed seems like the hardest thing in the world, or days when you lose that battle and don’t make it out of bed. If you have been hurt, left behind, trampled on, or have regrets, know that you are not alone. Maybe you have given up hope of ever seeing the light of day again. I am here to tell you that it is not so. You can feel life in you again. But it will take time, and it will take work. After all, living is not for the weak.
I’m here for you, reader.
From one intricate soul to another,