I looked at the face my brain knew to be mine in those photos and my heart did not recognize that stranger. And that same heart was deeply grateful to the stranger on the screen. For hanging in there, for taking all of the darkness in, for staring the it in the face and being patient enough to hope and wait for the light.
Fire gifts us heat and light. Fire burns us down to ashes. I find no better metaphor for the two faces of the same coin: passion and anger.
I would instantly work to dim all the lights that had lit up inside me for the fear of a short circuit that would burn the entire network down. I would stare around me for the comet ready to strike me. I would duck and cover.
Life doesn’t take place in dark corners, I have learned. It takes place in the middle of the music, the pouring rain, the dance, the craziness of plans changing from one hour to another. You just throw up in a bush, get back on the horse and gallop onwards. Always onwards.
The past fortnight has been fascinating – I had front row seats to an interesting display of humanity. None of it quite expected, each piece
I thought it was a good idea at the time, is a great phrase that perfectly encapsulates the experience of humanity – we are different every single day, every minute of our lives teaches us something and thus changes us.
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