Someone I admired very much used to say “always hope.”
On days like today where the fog seems unbearably thick, I try to cling on to that.
On days where the world’s problems seem too big to ever be solved. Where your role in this world seems incredibly insignificant, possibly even pointless.
On days where the way out of pain seems too long and you cannot see the light at the end of it yet. When the fog is obscuring that light completely. How can you know it is still there?
When there are so many thoughts running through your head that you wish for some kind of sleep just to find darkness and peace within it.
There must still be hope. You can ground yourself in the firmness beneath your feet or the openness of the sky above you. The sky is still there, the ground is still holding you up. There are still sounds of the regular day like wind, cars driving by, birds, footsteps. Whatever it may be. That regular rhythm is still out there if you listen closely enough. Look up at the sky and remember that it is still there and will continue to be for as long as you look up and see it.
No matter how foggy your world seems.
There is always something or someone in this big, big world of ours. There is something or someone out there. You just have to look up, or reach out.