Some days, the weight of it all feels unbearable. The struggle, the injustice, the sheer effort of pushing forward—it wears us down. Fatigue seeps into the bones, not just from the fight itself, but from knowing how much still lies ahead. But tired is not the same as finished. Rest, breathe, but do not mistake exhaustion for defeat. There is a difference between needing a pause and giving up. Fatigue is part of the fight. Those who came before us knew this—they carried burdens heavier than ours, and still, they pressed on. Not because it was easy. Not because they were never weary. But because the work was not yet done. The same is true now. The forces that resist change are counting on our exhaustion, hoping we will surrender to despair. They want us to believe the fight is futile. It isn’t. So yes, rest when you must. Replenish your strength, gather yourself, lean on those beside you. But know this—resistance is not measured in endless motion. It is measured in the refusal to quit. And when the time comes, we rise again.
A Moment of Reflection
I honor my exhaustion, but I do not let it define me. I allow myself the rest I need, the grace I deserve. Strength is not in never growing tired, but in knowing when to pause and when to rise again. And I will rise again.
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