It seems to me I am fighting for hope on a daily level. There are hills and valleys throughout the day of the range of my fears and emotions. It can be predicted by the media I consume or the events of my day. It is always wavering- yet there is always a guarantee of hope.
I often must remind myself of the hope, especially in a world that is focused on the clicks and views of desperation and fear. A world that does not want you to consume and be consumed by art. A world that would rather you dig through the mud and bury your art. That does not seek you to love but chase after things out of greed.
I did a rebirthing ritual last year that turned my world upside down. I made a sigil and ended up getting that symbol tattooed on myself. Because I wasn't just rebirthed simply one time, it is a daily occurrence. It happens when I finish a book. I am not the same woman after having a conversation with a friend. Or watching a sunset.
And like being rebirthed, our hope can be re-sparked. It is a daily fire we must tend to. Every single article of chaos and destruction douses the fire, but every time we laugh can flick the flames back to life.
Hope does not mean we do not struggle. It simply means we have something to keep our eye on as we are fighting. It gives us reason to fight in the first place. The fire warms us, heals us.
The destruction wins when we give is. When we let it extinguish our flame and we wallow in the misery of life. Daily we must get back up after life has knocked us down. Hope is not something we wait for, but simply something we choose.
We choose it by smiling at nature around us, by taking out our paint brushes, by surrounding us with other people who have chosen to tend to their fires.
So today, tend to your fire.
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