09/09/2024
Wrote this in 2013. Definitely worth a share again today.
There’s this light in each and every one of us. Sometimes it burns so brightly that it illuminates everyone around us and draws them nearer, like moths to a flame. But sometimes it flickers and fades, casting a glow so subtle that even a firefly mistakes it for a shadow.
Tonight the reality is clear. So many have lost their lights.
I don’t know if they have just misplaced their flame, buried it so deep behind facades of grandeur... or if it is truly gone for good. I fear that if we cannot stoke it again soon, all without will stumble into the great black beyond forever.
Time is of the essence…but who can find the time anymore? Always busy. Always running this way and that. Always chasing ideas that flitter just beyond reach or fall through their fingers like sand, not always finding what they hoped would be there.
I don’t mean to sound so desolate, or like there is nothing good at all. There are so many good things...I make a point to find some everyday. And there is still the part of my own flame that believes that all here have great meaning; great purpose. With all of the sadness, cruelty, and heartache that abounds, however, I still struggle with trying to find it. Trying to help others find it.
The sands of time for me cascade just a little more haphazardly. In the grander scheme of things, who am I, really? I’m proud to say that I have made it farther than anyone ever thought I would, defied odds stacked against me, and clambered over walls seemingly impassable.
But still…it's not enough. I want to leave a legacy. Just a small one. Nothing too grandiose. But a legacy nonetheless. What are we but mere whispers amongst the wind? Ageless only by living on through the memories of others?
The demons of this world continually creep in, cackling and flaunting their wretchedness, and I fear they will devour this world for good.
We mustn't go numb. We must stand united. We must fight.
The light withers more within each of us, with each passing hour of nonchalance. We cannot keep turning away from the injustices served in front of us each day. I’ve grown so weary of this constant battle and I am aware that the darkness can be comforting...but...
It takes effort to change the world.
I've had to battle through my own caverns, grasping at the flickers of light through crevices seemingly forever out of reach.
But one constant remains: I haven't given up yet. My light still burns. I still believe the world can change. I still believe that I can make a difference.
If I can help spark even ONE person, I know they can spark another...and together, we can light the darkest corners of this world.
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