thinking in single digits is easy because i know what it adds up to, every day is the same shade of grey but you give me a million different numbers and a brand new set of colors
It's five feet tall and brilliant white. It is my security. My comfort zone. A tidy, convenient barrier between the darkness and the world I cherish so much.
I love this fence. I have worked so hard to protect it. To keep it pristine. Why then am I so tempted to jump to the other side?
There's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting and the most intense beauty can only be seen in the presence of both light and shadows. For it’s often in the loss of a thing that its worth to us becomes most precious and by letting it go with grace we can best savor its purest delights. Realizing that the pain runs so deep only because the beauty ran so deep and that without it having once touched us we wouldn't now know the emptiness of its loss, our grief will eventually turn to thankfulness that it ever touched us at all, and we will be left awed by the mystery of its haunting.