I see you. I know you're tired. I know you're weary.
It's been a long day. A long week. A long year. A long three years. A long eleven years. You see it. I see it. It never ends. It never stops. Oh, how you wish it would stop. How your tired heart aches.
It will end, eventually. You know that. I know that. We know the war has already been won. But not here. Not now. Not yet. Until then, you're not done. We're not done.
Rest.
Then get up.
“It’s going to be okay. Things will get better. Anything’s possible, as long as you don’t give up. You’re doing a good job.”
“We’re not sparring here, bud. Get up.”
"It doesn’t end here.” He stood up. “If you’re ready to keep going.”
"We're going to change things, you just wait and see. Just trust me. Things will get better. That's a promise."
"I can't believe that you of all people would be ready to give up! No."
"There's no such thing as hopeless."
"Good doesn’t battle evil because it is easy. Part of being the good guys means doing the hard things, even if no one else will. Even if we fail. Because there’s always the chance we won’t."
"As long as you try, that's all I ask."
"Giving up when everything in you is screaming to quit is not strength. Continuing to live and hope and trust and fight for what's right is not weakness. So what if it looks hopeless? I will keep fighting."
“Grief has its place, but you can’t let it consume you. Get up.” He stepped up and offered a hand. “Get up,” he repeated.
"Oh, I’m not finished yet. We’ve got a war coming, remember?"
“We watch out for each other, remember? You’re gonna be okay. Things will get better. That’s a promise.”
“I won’t give up! Not here. Not this place. I have to keep going."
"How many times are you going to stand up?”
“At least once more."
"Always hope. Always."
Eyes up, guardian. You're not alone.
When you're ready...
Let's go.
