Fight not flight

A few months ago I was extremely disheartened by the situation in Britain. Maybe even having bouts of depression. Gaining hope and losing hope on a regular basis, within a single day. And in those moments I thought about leaving Britain, and I communicated that feeling with a few friends around me as well.

I thought about going to Poland to my in-laws and for us to start our own family there. Or move to America to the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Then I went on a 10 day holiday to Poland. And I had a brilliant time with the family and all the kids. But everyday I missed England more and more. Till it came to a point where I could not ignore that feeling any longer. I knew then that Britain is home for me, and I cannot give her up without a proper fight. And even if we lose the fight I might not be able to give her up.

I am glad I went for a break. Because I have come back more determined now. I have had somewhat of a reconnection in my heart, a spiritual urge and quest reawakened, a tether back to the divine. And it seems my prayers are being answered. We are seeing a way through.

It has only been 5 days since the start of the New Year. And I don't want to be over optimistic. But. My faith and hope has been given a boost. I can only pray and do the best I can to make sure we make the triumph of good over evil a permanent reality.

I don't expect anyone to understand my mind. Or even believe it. And I am not seeking any approval from anyone. As I never do any of it. It is just my thoughts for now that have been waiting a long time to burst out from within.