In Darkness

In Darkness lies a fertile breath of promise.

It is said that comfort is the killer of men. If you ask me, we live in order to grow so that we may die better men and women than the circumstances into which we were born.

In Darkness we find our challenge.

David Deida proclaims “Every moment is either a test or a celebration.”

Darkness holds our potential because it holds our greatest test.

Perhaps we fear darkness because it is where our shadows merge – become indistinguishable – from the shadows of the world.

But with everything in this life, whatever is true, the counter is also true. Our world exists in a space of perfect harmony, balance and paradox.

The shadow which drives you to seek your vices wants to destroy you. But it also wants to deliver you unto the threshold of your tomorrow.

That darkness which aches and beckons you to seek respite in those destructive behaviors is aching because it can still feel. With a vengeance, it goes looking for that which is responsible for its aching. You.

And so yes, the darkness wishes to consume you, the shadow complicit in the premeditated unbecoming of all you’ve worked for.

Or perhaps it wishes only to be seen, felt, heard, allowed. Perhaps it is the feeling part of your being offering you brief insight into where you need to put in the work.

Like a lighthouse shining unapologetically across a tumultuous ocean amidst the raging tempest, your pain serves to guide you home.

Our bodies – physical, emotional and spiritual – are incredibly adept at muting that which we are incapable of addressing. This protective amnesia allows us the opportunity for bite-sized processing. Which means that whatever you’re feeling, you’re ready to work through.

Wherever you’re hurting, you are ready to heal. Not fix. Heal.

Healing is a comprehensive process aimed at causes. Fixing is meant as a temporary repair focused on symptoms.

So sit for a while in your darkness, give yourself the opportunity to ache long enough to find the lighthouse, and then start rowing to shore.

I’ll meet you there.

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