Have you ever wondered why we bother to kill,spite each other?That we would do anything to survive? What's so wonderful about life? Why is it so precious that you would want live another day even if it meant killing someone else? Don't you think life is overrated?
My 19 year old self found herself in a weird place. I remember once someone had said "There is darkness in you,but I pray the light will never go out". I wonder why he said that. Darkness? In me? Never saw myself that way. There's yin and there's yang. But how could I ever be devoured by darkness as a whole? I'm happy. I feel good about life and myself. I will always have the light that shines within.
Or, that's what I thought untill it died. Slowly,little by little. I'm going to try and tell you how I discovered myself on the end of the cave, when my fire was the brightest anyone had ever seen.
Welcome
And hello from the other side.
