Rather Struggle

Nature is pretty well full of my favourite metaphor for survival. Tiny things growing in precarious places, especially out of cracks in rocks — I always find it curiously encouraging. It's no great stretch connecting dots between my life and theirs, and believing I'll come out on top. There are times I despair of my infinite adaptability. Something in me might rather struggle and fail, at least as proof that what I'm trying isn't necessarily meant to be. Little hints of hope have strung me along some significant distance. I'm fully susceptible to the vagaries of carrots on sticks. But I feel born to be planted far from fertile soil, discovering a shortage of natural resources, then finding new ways to get more from very little. I've never been happy as anything but a dream chaser.

July 14, 2025
Outram, Nova Scotia

Year 18, Day 6455 of my daily journal.