Positive post by Karishmabhatia.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
Death is certain. It is all around us. Yet we go through life pretending we will live forever.
I imagine death to be white. Not the dull white like an egg-shell, but the blinding kind. The kind that makes everything else hazy and your eyes watery. It can be the apocalyptic kind or the cleansing – depends on how you choose to see it.
When our biggest fear comes true, we still have choices. We can rise, fall, break, shatter or simply wither away. Some unfortunate among us live their worst fear numerous times in their imagination and never in reality. They have the fierceness of a warrior and a deadly stiffness about them because of all the stress of anticipation. I think those are the ones that break. Because when the blow comes, it hits them the hardest. Fear that…
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