Darkness fills the void.
Nothing seems to move.
There is no trace of hope.
Disorder is all around.
Nothing makes sense.
There is no path forward.
Danger lurks in the air.
Nothing can be done.
There is no solution.
One small thing. A ray of light. A drop of hope.
And light starts to shine again.
And freshness fills the air.
And there is hope.
Until next time.
Today is Israel’s remembrance day. The day when we all remember the fallen, who fought in our wars, who died in terrorist incidents, who served our country, who gave their lives so that we could live, whose lives were taken to remind every day that the world is a very, very harsh place.
Every year I feel this day, with anger, with sadness. Today I didn’t feel a thing. Nothing.
Because when you are at war, you can’t cry. You have to move on and save the tears for later. And I feel at war. A two year war with an enemy that I can’t fight. An enemy that is unpredictable, that surprises you in the middle of the night. An enemy that nobody really knows how to fight.
So my defenses are always up. I must not break, I must be strong.
But then I understand that sadness is not weakness. That remembering gives strength. That even if the past is dark, the future will be bright. Because we remember.