The darkest night of the year
I heard a theory once, saying that there is a reason for the 3 major religions to celebrate their holidays at exactly the same time of year. In ancient days, before the eras of electricity and comforts, people used to gather around bone fires in order to stick together and chase away the dark fears of the longest night of the year.
Nowadays, that the world is divided into “new” religions, such as Judaism, Christianity and Islam, these religions all share holidays at the same point of time, holidays that symbolize light, hope and togetherness.
I have noticed, time and time again, that this time of year keeps brining me bad luck. Year after year, during the darkness of the winter, the blackness creeps into my heart. All the big crises in my life had happened during December or January. I always sunk. I always got pulled into this big black hole that refused to let go of me. I was caught in that gloom up until spring started lighting up and showed me there was hope.
This year, the darkness did not hesitate to arrive once again. I was pondering about Hanukah being called a “miracles” holiday. It made me think this whole miracle thing is fake, that all these holidays were just meant to give us hope, support and company to get through this long winter.
That was my conclusion, after years of cycles, years of a repetitive dark winter.
That was true, up until today. Today I decided to take things into my own hands and not fall into the darkness. Today I choose to fight. Today I choose to not let the darkness once again consume me. Today I am stronger.
Today I finally understand what these miracles are all about.
Happy holidays everyone.
Nowadays, that the world is divided into “new” religions, such as Judaism, Christianity and Islam, these religions all share holidays at the same point of time, holidays that symbolize light, hope and togetherness.
I have noticed, time and time again, that this time of year keeps brining me bad luck. Year after year, during the darkness of the winter, the blackness creeps into my heart. All the big crises in my life had happened during December or January. I always sunk. I always got pulled into this big black hole that refused to let go of me. I was caught in that gloom up until spring started lighting up and showed me there was hope.
This year, the darkness did not hesitate to arrive once again. I was pondering about Hanukah being called a “miracles” holiday. It made me think this whole miracle thing is fake, that all these holidays were just meant to give us hope, support and company to get through this long winter.
That was my conclusion, after years of cycles, years of a repetitive dark winter.
That was true, up until today. Today I decided to take things into my own hands and not fall into the darkness. Today I choose to fight. Today I choose to not let the darkness once again consume me. Today I am stronger.
Today I finally understand what these miracles are all about.
Happy holidays everyone.