It Is Not The End

So, with the beginning of school, a whole new era also begins. The question is: is this year going to be different? Are lessons that were learned during the golden age bright enough to last through the dark? Is the tender new growth strong enough to weather the winds?
The incredible coruscation that was my summer hopes that yes, yes, forever yes! I can never be the same.
But I fear.
I fear that apathy and doubt will once again pull me under. I can't live with apathy. It is the furthest thing from my being. Yet perpetually it draws me into it. Simply because I lack either courage or knowledge to act. And without action, the slow paralysis of this cursed anathema takes control.
"There will be pain for us all; but it will not be all pain, nor will this pain be the last."