Day 100: Choosing Joy, Seeking Peace

Today feels different. It is a day of contemplation, a pause to ask myself – why am I doing this?

When I began this blog, it was with the hope of reigniting a passion that had quietly slipped away. Writing once centered me, even when my world was engulfed in chaos. Putting thoughts onto paper made the weight of life feel lighter, more bearable. It gave me perspective, strength to fight one more day. But somewhere along the way, the more blows I took, the further I drifted from writing. I lost a piece of myself without even realizing it.

I wonder—when did we move away from doing things simply for the joy of doing them, to doing things only because we have to? Today, every action seems to demand justification, a measurable benefit. My parents called it “growing up.” But in truth, it clipped the wings that longed to fly. Perhaps they too had dreams they were expected to abandon in the name of reality.

I count myself among the privileged, because I still have the choice. The choice to follow dreams, even when it goes against everything I’ve been taught. The choice to take the difficult path, knowing it may lead to failure. But I am grateful for that choice, because even if I stumble, I will have tried. And in trying, I will have chosen happiness. In a world where joy feels scarce, perhaps that is the greatest achievement of all.

While I am deeply grateful for all the blessings God has given me, I cannot ignore the reality that, in many parts of the world, people’s lives are engulfed in war and suffering. Their homes are burning, their families torn apart, and their futures uncertain. My heart aches for them, and so I lift my prayers to the heavens—for peace, for hope, for protection, and for safety.

Prayer may be the only thing I can offer from where I stand, but I believe it matters. I believe that once hearts are changed, the world itself can change. And I hold onto the faith that God is the One who softens hearts, just as He did with Pharaoh in the Holy Bible. If He can turn hardened hearts toward compassion, then there is hope that even in the midst of war, humanity can find its way back to peace.

Guilty as Charged

Anytime the word superstition is mentioned it is met with the judgement. “Don’t be silly”, “Use your brain”, these are the common phrases I hear and sometimes what I use too.

Education helps us get over most over the superstitions that have been passed down to us over centuries. But it would be remiss if I say I do not have any.

When I am too happy or rolling around with laughs I get this fleeting thought that something horrible is going to happen.

I do not travel on the first of the month because I believe the would be a death in the family. Well, there was one instance where it did happen and ever since then I have not been able to shake it off.

I say “touch wood” when I am say something I am hopeful or appreciative off. I do this cause I believe the in the “evil eye”, we not may intentionally mean harm but some cosmic events may result in something bad happening.

People would say “Faith above all else” and I believe in that. I believe that no matter what things will happen God will take care of it.

If someone were to ask why do I have such unfounded beliefs, I really don’t have an answer. I think it out of hope, I seriously hope and wish for that things turn out good. Maybe being a little superstitious feeds fuel to the fire of my hope. 🙂

“We need hope, or else we cannot endure.”
— Sarah J. Maas

Daily writing prompt
Are you superstitious?