Festival of Darkness

Hannukah is when I decided to leave my marriage.

Hannukah is when it is darkest.

This year, Hannukah has meant no electricity, sleeping in below freezing temps, while the temp in the room is 51 F. Oh yeah, it's fun coming home from a brutal day of work dealing with soulless, entitled, crybabies, to fingers numbing into frost bite, when you wake up and discover somehow they escaped the down shelter of the comforter.

Yeah, I am not impressed by Hannukah.

Moreover, it was created/instituted by the Sages, not inherent to the Torah, a minor holiday. And it's not even clear what that victory was about- because later, as I understand it, the revolt of the Maccabbees set off a terrible moral and religious decline. Ya never know. I guess the miracle of the oil wasn't enough.

Or perhaps, it was only meant for the moment, that celebration, that triumph, but like everything, like every other event in life, it happens and passes, and then who knows what might happen subsequently. So, for the moment, let's enjoy the miracle and the light. Cause that's all we've got.

May the darkness be dispelled, and may we ever walk in light, and know the age of miracles.