There is beauty in both the darkness and silence of the night. What was
once nothing more than lights moving too fast into a darkness that lingered far
too long, is now lights that stream by in a more artistic fashion, joining and
dancing with the silence found in this personal time of the day.
Reflecting back on all the loss, all the struggles and all the changes
that I never asked for, I can see clearly in this low light, that these were
all things I never had control over, that these were all losses meant to offer
something back.
I can see that this was only ever temporary.
The love.
The fellowship.
The moments that we all hold onto as if we might drown if we don’t.
All of it, nothing more than a trail of light through the darkness that
surrounds.
Not all darkness is negative.
Not all darkness chokes out the light.
Not all darkness is completely empty.
Not all darkness is to be feared.
There can be beauty found in the absence of the sun. So much beauty
found along these dark and cold concrete paths, but that beauty is harder to
find without the guidance of the daylight, but all we ever have to do is follow
the trails of light that cuts through the darkness that surrounds.
Not all darkness is meant to lesson your vision.
Not all darkness feels lonely.
Not all darkness is without reason.
Not all darkness hides your hope.
Sometimes we all need the silence to see what we were lucky enough to ever
have, if only for a moment.
Can the ones that left us still hear us within all this silence? Or have
they always been the trails of beautiful light leading us through the empty
darkness?

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