“Despair has its own calms.”
Life is not fair, nor just, nor even-handed. Bad things happen to good people and vice versa, not because of karmic debt, but because life happens. It is unpredictable. It is sometimes cruel and unforgiving, but this is the canvas upon which we work, where our seed has been planted, where our sword is sharpened.
I know it can feel overwhelming sometimes, but it’s not. It’s just life. It breathes in. It breathes out.
For all the heartache, all the loss, there is still beauty to be found in the wreckage and words to be written in blood.
“There are darknesses in life and there are lights,
and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula