The Resistance

We are all busy with our little lives. Triumphs and failures, achievements and frustrations, small or large targets with which we give meaning to our lives everyday. But when tragedy strikes all becomes meaningless. That "something" we thought was our reason for existence fades. It becomes air, loses consistency and we face our own meaningless emptiness.When we face the meaninglessness of life you wonder Why resist? What is the purpose of resisting?
We say we have to do it but why? What is the meaning behind it?Why resist the pain, the sadness? Why tell us to resist when fate download all their cruelty upon us?If life is a succession of farewells, losses Why resist? Why get up every morning even though we have no reason to do so? Only by an act of faith. Faith that something better will eventually happen but what?The reward to resist is to return home.There is a moment, a second, forceful, in which all that nonsense disappears, evaporates, and the heart cries "thank you." Thanks to myself for having resisted.The reward to resist is to return home.When everything becomes dark,you will know why you should resist. For loved ones, for our affections, to leave a better world to our children.Perhaps we should accept that our existence has a higher meaning. Ultimately resist to fulfill our mission in this world.Whether we know it or not, we exist for a reason. Large or small tasks that we may complete. Make one person happy, to some, to millions.Awakening consciousness, or discover the cure for a disease, or simply be loved by someone. Everyone has a reason to exist, and for that we must resist.Our mission may be to save the world or save a life, therefore it's worth resisting.Can yous see it? There is magic all around you. There are angels. There is something higher making us part of a perfect frame in which everyone has their own " to do list".Maybe your mission is to bring a new life into the world with its own mission, or perhaps write that song that will thrill millions, or give to your girl that awful poem you wrote but that will make her feel loved. And so, for that, is worth resisting.Conclusion: Remember that you are an essential part of this endless cycle. Know that we are almost angels. And life is resistance.