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2020 - Crossing the Threshold


    Crossing the threshold. It's the commitment to the cause. A vital part of the Hero's Journey. The hero, ready or not, heads into the unknown to face the danger of their journey head-on.
    If my life were the storyline of some grand work of fiction, 2020 would be my threshold. If I were the hero embarking on their journey, this would be the turning point. 
    Our world is in a state of chaos. Disease decimates the population. Climate change threatens the well being of not just the human race, but the whole planet. Civil unrest and war turn people against each other. Politics and corruption paint the setting of a torn world in its darkest hour.
    Among the disarray and mayhem rises a new generation. Too young to make a difference, but old enough to understand what is happening in the world around them. A generation who could not remember a lighter time and thus strived to make one for themselves. People who looked at the world around them and to wanted change it. People ready to fight for that change. People prepared to cross the threshold.

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