I am afraid of the dark. I have been as long as I can remember.
As a child, the darkness represented the monsters in the world. I remember hiding under the covers at night because my mind decided that if I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me either. It made perfect sense to me.
As I grew up, the darkness came to mean something different to me.
Sometimes the darkness meant incredible sadness that would roll in quietly, like a wall of fog, surrounding and enveloping me within it.
Other times, when the darkness was near, it meant that the world would soon go very still, and I would be lost and completely alone in it.
But most times it represented this huge empty void of nothingness to me, so dark that I could not find my way, that perhaps I would never find the light.
Over time we begin to see the darkness differently and instead of fearing it, we begin to rejoice in the incredible color painting across the sky announcing its arrival.
Maybe we simply learned to trust that dawn always follows even the darkest moments…
P.S. A special shout out to all my friends who are participating in day five of the V7N 30 Day Blog Challenge. I know you can do it!