What That Burning Fire Within Us Is

If only there's some way, to ascend higher, to let go of all the pain in this world. There has to be a way to transcend reality. Although, that may never happen. It's like trying to erase what's in the mind. And that can't happen either. 

If only we can move forward. We all do, that's true. Yet there's always something that holds us back. It's like some sort of voice in our head that keeps telling us to try harder and harder, even though there's a big chance we won't succeed. Although we feel we won't succeed, we still try, and that's what makes us stronger. 

It's something about failing that makes us stronger. If we succeeded the first time we tried, then we wouldn't be human. If we succeeded the first time we tried, we wouldn't even be mentally ready for that success. And because of that, we keep pushing forward, as though there's a light at the end of the tunnel. And there is, I know it. We all know it. We sense it. It's hovering at the end of the tunnel. 

Sometimes we descend further and further down. It's like a downward spiral. Yet there's some sort of paradox to it. As we descend in one way, we ascend in another. When we descend in pain, we also ascend in strength. Humans are born very, very weak. It seems that anything would shake us. I guess it's all merely a test from God. 

The Devil's plan is to destroy one's life. His plan is to have us wandering through the nights with lost minds. And he'll never stop executing his plan. Regardless of whether he has horns and a face, the Devil can merely represent the darkness inside us. It can mean many things. And darkness seems to be winning these days. 

Yet hope, although sometimes delusional, is always there. It is the source of our greatest strength. Even at the gates of hell, hope is still there. Despite the fact hope can drive us mad sometimes, at least it keeps us alive. If hope never existed, then suicide rates would be far higher. We push on and push on, knowing that redemption shines bright. And in the end, we will reach it. Yet sometimes it seems that we'll never reach it, and then we give in. However, even with those thoughts of hopelessness, at least light still exists. Even if redemption isn't there, at least light exists. 

Light exists with every rising sun. It reminds us that every day we are reborn into a new world. With its shine and brightness, we become ready to face the world again, even though the days are in repeat, like Groundhog Day. We persevere and persevere, with bodies that may be worn and tired, feeling that strength building, and that fire within us burning strong. It will always burn strong, for it is the spirit of God inside us.