Now, some of you read this and think, “Duh.”

But others will be relieved to learn they aren’t weird or crazy. You might be odd and old because it goes with being over whatever age you are when you fall all by yourself without any assistance from an external force. You weren’t dizzy, no one pushed you, you just forgot about that last stair, or you seemingly just fell out of your shoes, so welcome to old age, that bridge you have always seen on the distant horizon. However, you have arrived and are standing in the middle of the old wood bridge that millions have traveled before you.

You are not crazy. Crazy people don’t think they’re crazy. And there are now excellent medications for those folks.

When you feel depressed and anxious because you don’t know if you’re going to be laid off, if you are earning, after fuel costs and bridge tolls pretty close to what you get paid, and if you can buy half of the amount of groceries for twice the price, you avoid long road trips or airplane flights, you’ve stopped going shopping and to lunch with the girls, or you only stop by for one beer after work instead of two. You know your kid will have to work and go to college simultaneously, or someone will have many loans to pay off after graduation. The last time I looked, graduates were flipping burgers at McDonald’s.

You are not alone. Millions of Americans are suffering the same fate. Rich against the poor. It’s not a fair fight. The poor work at least two jobs and struggle to pay the bills, and the rich don’t even know what their bills are because hired help does all that needs doing, freeing up the wealthy to figure out how to take more away. Is there such a thing as “enough is enough,” or will we lick our wounds until we remember butterflies, mustard flowers turning pastures yellow with bloom, water splashing, hurrying toward the sea? Where are the children you longed to have? Sitting in dark rooms entertained by machines. No heart expands without a mother and father’s colossal love and protection. We should remember that children long for love no matter what we suffer. And they wait, no hope in sight. Money keeps the lights on and the heater going; money is the god that controls us.

Is that what we want? Do we want to surrender, or do we want to leave something to our children, like spring green and cherry blossoms? If we love enough to put our hearts on the line, the children may learn and grow along with nature, free and open-hearted instead of fear, anxiety, and complaints. If you can do one thing, fold a sock, you can resist and refuse to give up; every day, millions of us can say “enough,” facing into the sun, knowing no one can take what we hold in our hearts, we turn the tide and the peace, in our hearts gives money, wrinkled and dirty away to the bills and then we step outside to what is free and beautiful, breathe deeply and go along your way knowing only love and kindness can turn this tide. We are intense and resilient, like the sapling bent over by the wind, and we will give to the lonely, sad, and old, listen to their stories, take them outside, resist the evil that permeates the air, face into the sun, you can make this world turn around.