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Day 351: Memories Of Dawn

Even in our darkest nights there is hope for even our greatest struggles cannot last forever. The night around us can seem thicker and inkier than ever before. It closes in and swallows us whole, blocking out the light and making us feel completely suffocated. Even in such periods as these, there will be a sliver of hope one can hold on to.

In all of our lives we will face dark periods where the sunny blue skies fade from view and we are trapped in what appears to be an endless night, one without stars. Pain, fear, grief, and confusion run ramped in the darkness tearing at our peace of mind and throwing us into a spiral of dismay. You yourself have faced an experience like this, have you not? Where all hope seems lost and you struggle to just survive through one more dark day. 

There appears to be an endless supply of such days in our lives. We face them again and again. The light fading slowly and before we know it, we are trapped within the suffocating darkness. Sunlight is our only desire, but no light illuminates the horizon to tell us of the approaching day.

Yet, even in the darkest of nights there is a strand of hope we must grab onto. This hope comes in the form of our memory of every sunrise we have ever experienced. Not the physical sunrises we are able to witness every morning, but the sunrises that come after the dark days we have lived through in the past. The moments when we begin to see the darkness creeping back and making room for things like joy, peace, and serenity. 


This memory of when the light begins to creep into our lives again is our hope when we are being suffocated. Those sunrises we have faced in the past are a reminder that even the worst periods of darkness will not last forever. There might not be any light currently visible and the feelings of hopelessness may be coming in waves, but hold onto the memory of emerging from the darkness.

We have done it before and we can do it again, there is always hope, even when the pain and fear comes rushing in. Cling to the past sunrises as you await a new one. The night may be long, but you are stronger and more resilient than you know. Dawn is coming and this night will soon be over, there is always hope. 

Until Next Time,
Lillian Merritt

“Fläsch Liicht”
(Bottle of light)
Light spills through the clearing, illuminating the air and pushing back the darkness. Memories pulsating with life and bringing with them a touch of hope that the night will not last forever. Dawn will come again.

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