And, I rise.

When I lose faith in the world, in myself- I look upon my sleeping children.

I lay my ear upon their chests and listen to the rhythms of their beating hearts and metronome breaths. I listen carefully, for hidden within this music of life is a song. A rhythmic song of inspiration. It calls to me and says...be better....do more....fight on....make this world a better place for me.

And, I rise. Spine-straightened, resolve on my tear stained face- and march on.