It’s the little things that consume me: how to mend a shoe, where to find a bit of string. The bigger questions of governments and domains are beyond my ability to absorb. What use is knowing whose territory you’re in, if they’d kill you just the same?
So I focus on the things I can control. I pick raspberries and dig for cattail roots. I keep to the shadows. I cast down my eyes. I exhaust every resource. And when I find that bit of string, I let my heart leap, just a little, and tie my shoe back on.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt:
EXHAUST (transitive verb)
1a : to consume entirely : use up <exhausted our funds in a week>
b : to tire extremely or completely <exhausted by overwork>
c : to deprive of a valuable quality or constituent <exhaust a photographic developer>
2a : to draw off or let out completely
b : to empty by drawing off the contents; specifically : to create a vacuum in
3a : to consider or discuss (a subject) thoroughly or completely
b : to try out the whole number of <exhausted all the possibilities>
And coincidentally, this also fits in with Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge. This weeks word: Surviving.
Hope it’s okay if I link to both.