Take Heart, For You Are Not Alone

There are times when a certain line from a song, poem, play, etc., seems to describe my present circumstances to the tee. I have a highly selective memory, and the phrases that stick with me are often not the most eloquent or well-constructed but simply those that paint a precise picture of a sentiment I too have experienced. Right now, the second verse of Robert Earl Keen's "The Coming Home of the Son and Brother" (actually written by J. D. Hutchison) is resonating with me:

Time has slipped away
I don’t know if I can play another tune
They want me to build single handed
A road up to the moon
They only pay me nickels and dimes
In a game that I can never win
So it’s the coming home
Of the son and brother again

I never know if I can "play another tune." Each new challenge seems more daunting than the last. I am, however, determined to endure.