Reflection:
There are days that don’t pass like other days. They sit heavier, carrying the weight of what has been lost, what was torn apart, and what was never the same again. September 11th is one of those days.
Camus doesn’t ask us to deny the winter — he names it. He admits the cold. And still, he insists there’s something untouchable inside us, a summer that cannot be extinguished. That isn’t optimism; it’s defiance. The kind of defiance that keeps memory alive without letting despair define it.
The truth is, resilience isn’t about never breaking. It’s about finding the warmth you thought you lost, even if it flickers faintly, even if it’s buried under ashes. The ember is enough. The ember is survival.
Prompt for readers:
On days when memory feels heavier than hope, what is the ember you protect within yourself — the one thing that reminds you you’re still alive?
Memoirs of Madness 
I’d have to say pain…………. Hubby lives with it 24/7 and I’m not far behind.
However, on a brighter note, the dog keeps us both going, bless her.
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what is it about animals. Do they read our minds? Sense the things we need? Yes, bless them
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Good read…
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thank you
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I do try to keep a one foot in front of the other approach in life. While I can’t talk about it freely yet I have constant pain from a horrific wreck 2 years ago. I walked away. Luckiest girl in the world. The ember is the pain that lives within me. I use it as fuel. Three seconds earlier and I wouldn’t be here interacting with other authors and thanking God I’m able to still do so.
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I’m glad you’re here keep scribbling
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My ember is tomorrow’s a fresh set of downs.
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thank you
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