Life is an ongoing journey. Life is a lesson. The struggle and search for truth absolute has been hard fought since the dawn of civilization, and I use that word timidly, because we must also acknowledge that before there were civilizations, there was still man, and with that struggle ever constant, came determination and hope there with it to see the day through, that the Tomorrows would shine far brighter than what they were then experiencing.

At the darkest hours of our lives, when hope has all but left us, and we were trapped, existing in waking nightmare, there was a strong longing for tangible light to shine through into our hearts; Hope was gone, but still, we longed for it.

We’ve all been there, at one point or another. Nothing we are experiencing now or in the past hasn’t already in some way, shape or form been felt before. Now, that doesn’t mean that our problems are insignificant… far from it; that realization should be the catalyst of a greater truth, an empowering one with the strength to — should we see it — uplift us, and bring hope back into our lives.

We are not alone.

Our struggles are universal, and they are timeless.

I don’t write like this anymore, and I’m not sure how that makes me feel.

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