We’ve been on the go for days, weeks at this point. We are tired and the morale is low. We are surviving but only just. No one talks anymore so we travel in silence. Every time we get our hopes up or feel even a little bit safer, something goes terribly wrong. I see it in their faces. They don’t believe we will make it.
As a leader, I feel I have to do something. We have to keep going to stay ahead of the coming Collapse. Yes, I’ve given it a name and somehow it feels right. It helps me focus my energies at beating this coming opponent that threatens us all.
At the same time I realize that there has to be something I can do to lift my peoples’ spirits. At that moment, I make a decision and turn off the direct path we’ve been on. I can sense there is a small lake in this area where we can stop for a couple of hours. We can wash off and reset there. The rest, the respite from the push. The chance to just sit down and talk to each other again, will help us all feel a little more recharged and a little more hopeful.