In the
beginning, there was absolute darkness. I was in that darkness, lost to a world
to which I did not really belong. I didn’t belong in the way that I had hoped
to, anyway. Like I mattered. Maybe I
didn’t need to matter, not in an important sense, but metaphysically. Do you
know what I mean? I’m not really sure that I do.
Somehow I had
to find my way out of that darkness, but I couldn’t see the light. Not the way
that I should have seen it. It was all such a blur, not just because of the
darkness, but because of what the darkness meant. Did it have a meaning? There
was something about the darkness that mattered, that made me feel
insignificant. In the darkness I had lost myself.
Back to the beginning,
in that absolute darkness, I reached out to hope but couldn’t grab onto her.
She was there, and I could feel her presence no matter how elusive. Purposely
elusive. Like a tease. But I wasn’t amused. I was desperate — to escape the darkness,
to find my way to the light. It had been too long since the light had smiled on
me, too long since I had walked in
the world.
I couldn’t
say for certain why that was, why I couldn’t escape the darkness. Not only did
I feel trapped, I felt unhinged. I wasn’t myself. I was outside of myself, outside
of my mind. Immobile. Frozen in a time where I could not be, where I could not live.
Not in the way that I had hoped to live.
I was tired.
Exhausted, actually. There was a heavy black weight in my chest, intense like the
darkness that surrounded me and pinning me down. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t
think. I felt nothing.
Blinded in
the darkness as in the light. There was no way forward, no escaping the deep
local pain clamped to my heart. There was no way to describe the emptiness that
overwhelmed, or the utter sense of loss —
loss of self and no longer certain of who I was.
And that left
me searching, searching for a why to
life, to this [my] life. That was when the light shone in … when I began to
love myself. When I embraced the passions and attitudes that drew me closer to
myself, when I no longer clothed myself in others’ perceptions of me, I could,
finally, see the beauty surrounding me.
At the beginning
again, there was light, and I was in the light, with a new song in my heart as
glory filled my soul. Oh, what a glorious day!
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