Repelling Doomsday

Doomsday preppers.  Doomsday bunkers.  Advertisements on the television praising a man for accurately predicting terrible events in an attempt to convince us we need to buy into his plan to spare us all from the end; whatever that may be.

This picture, this slice of my life circa sometime in the near past, keeps me here in this skin.  All the bad forebodings of all the sad, unhappy people can wash over me leaving me intact so long as I keep this picture or one very near like in my head.

I have bad memories.  Yes.  They hound me.  They hurt me, but I have many good memories, and they sustain me.  My memories can be both hindrance and help depending on the condition of my soul.

I never felt the need to collect photos.  I may now just to keep the shadows at bay.  Dealing with my own deep sadness can be difficult enough.  I do not need the doomsday forebodings of money changers and king makers.  I have so many excellent mental imprints to lift me above the darkening water that gathers.  Rising waters always recede, and images can be captured in a thousand ways.