The light

Why do I look away from it? It’s there, I know it, just outside the edge of my vision. Warm on the back of my neck but… the turn, grinding against all the gears that have been built in my head over the last decade. Machinations of reasoning, well worn roads of thought and belief. All of those are a part of me, not the best parts, but undeniably there. The things that keep me from seeing what’s there, because the world keeps telling me it’s there, when I stop struggling and just listen. Maybe it comes from the fact that I want to do it my way, not another’s. I can look around and see how it’s done, but is that me? I know what could, no, will happen when I do finally acknowledge the undeniable...View all