September 11th, 2019
Keep going until the miracle happens.
I hear this or minor variations of this all the time with the company I keep. It’s an abstract thing; a mysterious phrase that makes me want it every time I hear it.
It basically means: don’t quit. Not if what you’re doing matters. Even if what you’re going through is hard, or it hurts, or is possibly impossible — don’t stop trying until you get your miracle.
I can hear you asking: what, exactly, is “the miracle”? Nobody can tell you but you. Though you will absolutely know it when it happens.
For me, it’s the moments where I know in my heart that everything is going to be all right. Because I don’t always feel like that. I’m a messy ball of stress, regret and anxiety on the inside, and my miracle is when, for a moment, all of that can take a rest and ride backseat to a pure drive of bliss at the wheel. It’s a minute where I can take my eyes off the road and stare at the sun, because I’m not scared of what’s in front of me.
It’s a fucking miracle.
So don’t give up. Not until you get there. Because you will. After working really hard on something — on anything — a miracle will happen.
And I hope it’s everything you never knew you needed.