Politics has not been something I’ve paid much attention to until recent years, and even then I would not be one to launch in to a political conversation at any chance I had. However, there are some things that just cannot be avoided, such as Brexit this summer, and the Presidential election in America. Brexit was especially emotionally turbulent, and I stayed up throughout the night watching the results pour in, and went to sleep for a few hours that morning feeling heartbroken. It passed, and a ‘just roll with it’ attitude took over, but I certainly deeply empathise with those across the pond who are grappling with the result today.
Earlier this evening whilst walking – I’ve begun to realise that I do a lot of deep thinking while I walk – I had some feelings bubble up, accompanied by steadfast thoughts. There are some things I absolutely cannot stand for: misogyny, racism, homophobia, and bullying, to name but a few. The thoughts I had were in relation to standing up against these things, or rather, standing up for what you believe in. When you come across anything that goes against your morals, you may find a fire is lit within you; that fire was stoked today.
For a while, I went through a few years where I kept my values and morals to myself. There were things I believed in but speaking up was something I shied away from. Something has changed. Every voice is important, and this year has taught me the significance of taking a stand for the things you believe in. It doesn’t mean that you have to be brash and ruthless with your voice, but don’t silence yourself.
On days like today, when you’ve taken a stand and it hasn’t quite gone your way, grieve if you need to, but then when you feel ready to, embrace the new day. Find those who rally to the same call, support one another. Remember you are not alone. All hope is not lost. Keep dreaming, scheming.
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.”
― Mary Anne Radmacher