I Keep My Sorrow in a Box of Rain
I don’t want to hear about the gifts of pain and darkness, but it recently dawned on me that maybe the point of it all, and I’m not saying there is one, but if there was, perhaps it’s about finding our inner light no matter what life throws at us, a light so strong and bright that nothing can snuff it out. Maybe it doesn’t matter how brutal and agonizing the world can be. Maybe it’s about cultivating kindness in the face of cruelty; humility in the face of egotistical tyrants; compassion in world that tells you that only the strongest survive.