Keep going and fight on

You are not feeling too well. And you're asked several times, if you're feeling ok.  "Yes, I'm fine" is your response.  "We're concerned" says the voice that seems to care. "No. I'm fine" you insist.

You're working quietly, relentlessly. Trying to enjoy your work. You are being held high, very high for your work, and you execute to your best ability. You take it all in. You enjoy the scene. You enjoy the quietness at work. "I could get used to the silence" you say. A small gift for all the hard work and you treasure it.

Fleeting nearby is the company of a strong man, and you're glad that you have that company. He's in charge, an authority you accept unquestioningly, and you work well together. You enjoy his company, country music and all.

You have identified problems ahead of time, but they had not listened to you earlier. Finally, they say "We should have listened to you earlier", and you are at task to unravel the problem and find a solution to what should not have been a problem to begin with.  You go ahead and  find a solution to the problem. But before they even remember to congratulate you, there are bigger problems ahead, that you are to face, most of them not of your making. And yet you take the blame for them.

You're trying to face the trouble, but you are afraid. Nothing so far has prepared you for this. You are glad to have his company at this point.  He's stronger and seems to know more than you.  You know that the small talk and the banter will keep you afloat and sane and you need that the most when you are in distress.  You want him to keep talking to you. Not abandon you, even in a seemingly self-righteous move. You know you will do everything to hold on, and not let go. You don't want to let go no matter what.  However, there come those moments, when you are left by yourself, with not a voice in earshot, nor a face within your view that might help you.

Ultimately you know deep down that the only person to help you pull yourself out of  the deepest trenches  and soar high is yourself. You emerge strong,  you reach down into the deepest reserves of strength and give it all your might. You conjure every pleasant thought, find strength in the faintest of a Baby's laughter, to push yourself and fight back strong.

You don't give up. No, not so easily.

Keep going and fight on.

To the everyday Sandra Bullock nee  Dr. Ryan. Stay strong. Happy Women's Day!

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Boy that had a lot of Gravity. Now time for some levity. Enjoy!