And we speak of fire, in the context of having lost it.
We speak of a spark that once was, and we mourn a force we once were.
But we repress anger, we cover up sadness, and we chase the stuff that we think we are aiming for.
We forget that sadness can shatter a heart in pieces, and anger can destroy lives, homes, and communities as a whole.
What if the very force we fear will destroy us, is the one that could be fuel for the things that remain so elusive?
What if anger wasn’t wrong? What if sadness, when channelled well, can become your very best friend?
What if the darkness is a better friend than the light that runs away?
What if the only loyal presence in your life is the very path you seek?