Every year, February and March are immensely difficult for me. I feel like invisible fingers are dragging me down and like the sun will NEVARRR shine again. The routine just about kills me.Today I wrote these words for mornings when it seems like there's no point. I will tell myself:
There IS hope because there is still beauty, and there is still love. If you cannot see the beauty or the love, look for it and find it in the world around you. If you cannot find it, create it in small ways or great ways. That is where hope lies: in tiny and large seeds.
Are we not still here? Are we not alive?
2 comments:
I hope I might be able to be a ray of sunshine for feb and march.
I like the way you write things like this that are hopeful sounding.
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