i don’t like the dark.
i’m not terrified of the dark. i just don’t like it.
the dark is where my afflictions grasp me even tighter. the dark is where my worries of the day turn into a convoluted bubble of discontent. the dark is where reality often becomes twisted and manipulated, where the words of others are felt most acutely. the dark is where my fears come to roost (and to root).
i don’t like the dark.
i like the light.
i like the way both my body and soul respond to the light. i like the way my mood lifts in the sunshine’s glow.
the light is where my troubles feel manageable. the light is where honesty and truth are highlighted. the light is where i am not afraid to face my personal demons. the light is where i feel the gift of renewed hope.
i like the light.
yet there is no escaping the darkness, the flip side of illumination.
with one comes the other, the duality of life.
no escape, but . . .
i can try my hardest not to stumble, as i light metaphorical candles along the way.
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