on living

It is difficult to relinquish control, is it not? To let go and watch the precious stones Life deals us sift through our fingers like sand. We yearn so badly to be able to label and box, neatly shelving our expectations, of ourselves and others, our behavior and their reactions, alongside the predictable unpredictability of Life. We struggle so hard to find meaning and safety we forget to actually live, not just breathing, in, out, in, out, but also allowing our passions and our loves, to raise us up upon the swell, embracing the searing beauty of these moments, while also balancing with the heavy, the dark, and the overwhelming. For it is the darkness that defines the light.