And the phoenix rises from the ashes... or so we've always heard. Mythology, legend, symbol of a rebirth, of a resurgence, of not being defeated and coming out victorious.

And sometimes it seems that we burn, that life even sets our souls on fire, that we feel bad, that we can't breathe, and it seems that everything is over... and sometimes that's how we end up, badly, defeated, sad, or with a big wound, at least very safely, quite tired.

And we end up almost reduced to ashes, to nothing, or to a distant memory of what we once were, we hardly remember ourselves. We look at each other and there are only remains, and some smoke that indicates that the battle was recent.

And the fight seems to be over, or so we thought. We think that now we will pass to another phase, that those ashes would cool down and our soul would finally heal. Rest and start again, at least that.

And when everything seems already extinguished, that fire inside us, rekindles... I don't understand, isn't it supposed that after the ashes, we would resurface? Where is my phoenix? Where that renaissance?

And what we wanted does not happen, what we needed, our hopes and illusions, return to being just smoke, because the fire is fed again. Yet another fire on scorched earth, we burned.

And it doesn't end, we burn continuously, we put out fires, hoping that everything will calm down soon, but we don't reach everyone, the fire is inevitable.

And will it be eternal? Are these flames forever? Will we always be like this? It seems to have no end, from those old ashes that are still almost incandescent it sprouts again, embers that cause another fire on a new day, without you expecting them. It's hot, it's suffocating.

And we feel bad, we can't breathe, we can't cope. We only wait for those ashes to go out, to rest, to merge with the earth, to be buried, and from there only a sign of everything that was...

And we will not even know if we will manage to be that phoenix, if it will appear in the midst of so much suffering, what will that moment be like? To die to renew oneself, to come out strong and victorious, to feel proud, to have almost gone through hell, between incessant flames, difficult to contain, and to end up in ashes, reduced to rubble, to almost nothing... in feeling lost and desperate but... proud of having resisted, to everything, in spite of everything.

And the flames may be intense and return once more when life stirs them up again, but the ashes do not disappear, they resist, they persist...

...and the day will come when the phoenix will fly.

Thanks for reading! Have a motivating and nice day.

The text is mine and the photos too, by ©Duvinca

I have also published some time ago a very similar version of this article on Hive (Ecency)

The photos have been taken with my Samsung mobile.

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