It’s a strange world.
Trying to figure out how to be human in only one life time.
We suffer until we reach the split where we have to decide if we want to continue to live or not.
Whether the suffering is widely known, or completely internally hidden, whether deemed “small” or “enormous” we must all reach this point of our lives.
The split.
The moment where we know we are dying or perhaps already dead.
The moment right between darkness and morning.
Where the pain is so great we wish for numbness,
Or the numbness so great we wish for pain.
Either way, we have to decide to live.
We have to choose to rise like the sun in the morning, evaporating the cold dew on the ground of our conscience.
We do this by opening our eyes and seeing the world beyond ourselves,
A world that splits and suffers and grows numb and shines with incomparable, hopeful beauty.
A world full of kindness and goodness.
We do this by embracing love, a Love outside of our mere bodies.
If my writing has themes in different seasons, the current thing I can’t escape from is, see the good.
And I know the quality of my life is nothing more or less than choosing to see the good.
So I will see the helpers,
Open my eyes,
And rise with the sun.
Today.
I will not live in fear.
I will not cower to pessimism.
I will let love win,
first and foremost in my mind.
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