Friday, September 5, 2014
Gained
I connect with darkness.
I understand it.
There is something utterly compelling about it and how we are all surrounded and suffocated and connected by it. It is what we know. It is what we accept and live with. I do it. So do you. And in times like today (and every day since the world started spinning), it seems that darkness is stronger and more compelling than ever. It calls to us; beckons us to break our hearts and choke out all of our hope and love and peace. It calls with a soothing voice of contentment. It is our very nature.
But it is not who we are. It is not what we are intended to be.
There is something deeper to us and within us that draws us away from the darkness. It peaks our need and want for something more. It draws us to a light filled with understanding and true connection; with ourselves, with each other and with God. Yes, God. His nature is love. True Love.
I struggle with this. I know I always will. Like I said, I connect and understand the dark. I don't like it but I'm comfortable with the knowledge of what it is. My nature ties me dangerously to it.
What is gained with the daily fight to walk out of the darkness? Hope and Love and Peace are all wonderfully amazing things but when you are trapped in darkness, they seem out of reach from the thing you are tethered to in your darkness. They seem that way.
I believe they are with us all. Always. We were and will always be people with purpose. Those amazing things are deep within us all. We have just let the darkness overcome and take us. We are stronger than that. We are not who we were intended to be.
We are intended to be great, not nothing.
We are intended for love, not hate.
We are intended for overwhelming joy, not fear of any kind.
We are intended for others, not our selves.
We are intended for a Life, gained through darkness. A life, gained in spite of death. A life, gained.
A life.
Let's live it.
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Great post Biehn. I truly agree.
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