A bird calls out into the blinding sunlight as it cuts a path through the air on its wings, soaring like magic, flying like dreams. It is hope and freedom and every poorly conceived notion of ideology that has ever existed or indeed will ever exist, be it in the hearts of the young or the memories of the old.
Other birds respond in kind, giving their warrior cry, announcing their existence to the universe, and together they flutter and and flitter and they form a cloud of black and gold that floats in no discernible pattern across the afternoon sky. From below, we watch them, we wonder what it feels like to have the wind at our backs and the sun so close to our faces, what it must be like to taste such glorious absence of fear and doubt.
Oh, but fear and doubt are with us, as they always have been, as they always will be. They loom in the distance like a coming plague, but they linger in our bones as does regret and longing, and they are handed down from parent to child in this dark, dark world.
Yet still we look up, we gander above us and we marvel at the tiny creatures taking flight. We stare into the night sky, at the canvas of darkness, and we try to count the stars, and though we fail, we continue to try, because that is in our nature as much as the cold shadows of fear and doubt. Inside us all are these things called hatred and anger, but so exists hope. So exists wonder and amazement and so exists the capacity to love and to be loved, and that is what allows us to move forward in this world. Not to be pushed, or to be lifted up, but rather we are pulled by these things, these fragile and delicate concepts, out of the darkness and into the light. The warm, forgiving light.
But darkness does exist for a purpose and to ignore it, to say to oneself or others that the darkness is without merit or should be paid no mind, is an absurd attempt to fool oneself, to blind oneself to the reality of life. It need not consume you, the coldness of fear, it need not trouble you more than is necessary, for you are not alone in the battle to survive in this chaotic plane of existence.
Life is indeed a miracle, not one of divinity, but of the hard work and struggle of billions of years of evolution and just a little bit of blind cosmic luck. We are brought into this world of fresh horrors and wonders, and we do so screaming. We are raised with the beliefs of our mother and father, beliefs to be tested later in life at which time we determine if we will cast these beliefs aside as lies or grip them tighter and sing their gospel until our dying breath. We travel through the world and see as many things as our eyes can see, hear as many sounds as our ears can hear, and love as many people as our hearts can carry and then we love a few more beyond that. That is what life is, it is learning, it is loving, it is feeling the sting of uncertainty and the dull ache of solitude, it is hearing your favorite song for the first time or seeing the smile of the one person you love more than anything else in this big, big world.
Let no one tell you that he or she is more evolved than you, that they have come farther than you, for we are all equals in this mad race through the void. We are all together. We are one. None of us need face the darkness alone, for we are not alone, and none of us need worry or fret about US vs THEM any longer, for the two are now joined together in a singularity of love and light.
Sit back and ponder your place in the universe, for it is vast and we are tiny, but our hearts and minds are so very large and wonderful. May whoever is reading this know love and peace on a level so deep that they never go without either again.