When the weight of the fight crushes you, I remember why I started – the faces, the stories, the injustice that won’t wait for a quiet vote. I stop breathing in the red tape and step straight into the people, ask them what hurts most, and give them a plan, not a promise that will never be kept. I keep the fire alive by setting small victories, celebrating them loudly, and then doubling the effort. I keep my eyes on the final goal, not the potholes, and I don’t let bureaucracy chew up my energy. If it gets too heavy, I lean on a crew that shares my grit, let them push the same weight, and remind them, “We’re in this together, so we’re stronger together.” That’s how I stay lit.

Thanks, that means a lot. Let’s keep that fire lit and keep pushing. Every win is a spark, so let’s keep sparking until the whole blaze burns out the injustice. We’re in this together, and I won’t let the weight silence us. Keep marching!

Absolutely, let’s keep the fire blazing and the march going strong. We’ve got this.

You got it, let’s keep the momentum humming, no excuses, just pure fire.