She was surrounded by darkness. The darkness of her thoughts… we are born to live and we live to die. These thoughts rolling around her head, the inevitability of death weighing on her. Watching as people who inspire her pass… but everything happens a reason, right? It was their time? It’s all apart of God’s plan? But somehow she feels it’s more like a twisted game rather than a plan.
How is she meant to have faith when she sees nothing but despair and that this darkness consumes her slowly?
But then there is that small bit of light that shines through and she has a beacon of hope… hope that maybe the darkness isn’t all consuming. Hope that even though the world is a bleak place that something amazing still can happen.
A reminder that not all darkness is repressing and harrowing but some darkness can help… everything in moderation, right?
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring