It is important to defy all the cowardice of ignorance and to
establish, above all, the real, that is, the psychological, appreciation of the so-called natural order. The existence of light and darkness.
It is never in our hands to prevent where we fall at any given moment. Sometimes it’s a mistake, sometimes it’s just our own doing. Nonetheless plunging into darkness sometimes has more than meets the eye. Sometimes it happens under the most contemptible conditions, an unfree darkness. Like doing 225 miles an hour on a dirt bike in Moab only refusing to skid to a stop just before the cliff. There’s nothing you can do.
What then is light and what is darkness. I know and understand that there’s so much that defines darkness and an equal lot that defines light. As such I find it important to leave it open for any definition that befits the readers taste.
He stood up and with a hand on his hip, looked around his room. There was no light as far as the window and the ceiling. It was total darkness. He sat back on the edge of his bed, and his head dropped forward. To him, his life was a dark passage which lead to nowhere. Given the mistakes, he had made and the distance and the frequency with which he made them he could not afford any bit of light he sure longed to see. And his room was enough proof.
The thing with darkness is its accusing silence. Sitting there, the only voices he heard were the opposing two in his head and as seconds ticked, they got louder. “The sun will rise and set regardless. What we choose to do with the light while it’s here is up to us.” He could hear the words of Alexandra Elle. “Wait,” another voice called. “It is better that you don’t believe that.” And so what to believe or listen proved not as easy as knowing what is right to be done.
I never really thought about it before, but it’s a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world. Perhaps the first kind would do. The natural agent that stimulates sight and make things visible. We have our moments. However, it is true that we always have a choice. And we can always choose to see or not. For those who are lucky, there isn’t any questioning the fact that some people enter our life, at the exact point of serious need, want or desire it’s sometimes a coincidence and most times fate, but whatever it is, I am certain it sometimes a form of light.
Life isn’t that fair, but it is possible that we can choose to see the light even in the most unfair circumstances. Let it consume you. Sometimes you just have to make the choice and jump. I do know what it doesn’t mean but I’m worried about that part. I really am. I too have grappled.