Darkest State of Grey
I've just finished writing some of the hardest letters I've ever had to write, with some of the darkest things I've ever had to acknowledge. Reality is hardly the most cheerful of things when it comes knocking at your proverbial door with nearly every monstrosity Pandora's Box has to offer. And yet, like the Greek myth, there is that small glimmer of hope that, somewhere along the way, something's going to come out right.
There are times I've almost lost hope. Those were times where I almost lost everything else a person could possibly lose. I haven't yet reached that point here, and I don't intend to. Life carries on, and to give into a more near and dear metaphor, the book that is life will always have empty pages waiting on whatever chapters or portions of our lives get wrapped up. There is always something else happening. There is no "The End" in sight just yet.
And so I await tomorrow, knowing that the darkness will still be there when I open my eyes. But there will be other things happening that may change the world I know, ideally for better and regrettably for worse. There will be hope.
It may be my darkest state of grey. But it's still only grey, and not yet black.
Today's Lesson: it is impossible to argue philosophy with Mel in the middle of a roller coaster ride, unless you are willing to put up with rebuttals to your inclusion of Kant that go along the lines of, "You fucking idiot!" (And I quote.)
posted by Phillip at 7:10 PM
