Zman Chaeruseinu. Freedom.
Hallel, Nirtza. Praise, song.
What to sing for?
What freedom?
Salvation from Mitzrayim?
How, when life feels so bitter, so narrow?
Echad M'yodeia? We know numbers. Numbers of months, years we've been playing this game. Numbers of guys/girls that we've met, that have entered and left our respective lives. Numbers of heartbreaks. Numbers of days, months we've waited to hear from someone with a "yes," go on a date.
Sefirah. Counting. Counting down the days until this will all make sense, this will all be worth it.
Leil HaSeder, Leil Shemurim. A special night of protection. Hashem tells us that He's close. We need to let Him do what He does.
Shackled, but free. Stuck, but looking forward.
Pesach is a time of slavery and freedom. They coexist. Bitterness and hope mingle together.
Salty and sweet. Hardship and triumph. Heartbreak and hope. Slavery and miracles.
Aching lonely heart. Beating living heart.
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