But What If I Fail?

I am still doing resistance work. It's depressing. It's hard work. It is extremely difficult to tell if I am making a difference or if anything is improving. The phrase that keeps running through my mind- "Resistance is futile."

But of course, that is not true. If it were true no one would say it. That's just what they tell you so you'll give up. It doesn't matter if they say resistance is futile, or you can't fight big oil, or that isn't happening here, or whatever stupid thing people say when they are too tired to fight or too lazy to care.

Any act of resistance, no matter how small, creates friction. And that at least makes people uncomfortable and when people are uncomfortable they start looking at their surroundings. Maybe if they look they will see things the way they really are.

I spent this morning reading other Witches' blogs. We all seem to be struggling. Not just with a few problems, but rather it seems that the world we live in doesn't like us anymore. Our entire existence has become a struggle. This is so sad. What do we do when it seems that nothing now will ever come to any good?

Do it anyway.

Eat right. Get enough sleep. Grow your own food. Have rain barrels. Unplug. Exercise. Write letters. Speak up. Go on vacation. Be kind. Be tough. Enjoy life. Tell people to fuck off. Be in the moment and make conscious decisions.

The next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, and after that, and after that, and all the way down to however this nightmare plays out, you still do what is right. Resistance is the only way to ensure freedom.