Look for the Gray

There will be days when you will feel so deeply broken, so inescapably stuck in the sea of consummate

darkness that the mere suggestion to look for the light will do nothing but drown your soul in a poisonous rage. There is no white light in these moments. No magic switch. No visible hope at which to aim ourselves. Where do we go when there is nothing but the darkness, and you?

The darkness, and you.

If we can sense ourselves in the darkness then we are separate from it. It is not us anymore than we are it. We can choose to drown in it’s grip, give in to the tempting victimhood it spills into our ears. But we can also choose to simply be. Growing the space between us and it’s depth with each breath until we find the strength to swim.

Even the blackest grays contain traces of white. Pull yourself toward that frail gradient. Trust that the silver shadow will grow and hold you steady as long as you choose to see it’s neutral existence. Sift through the dark to find the gray facts of your reality, placing each firmly below your feet until you have built a small slab of solid ground.

Anchoring yourself atop this island of gray reveals a new perspective to observe the shifting darkness lapping at the shores. The final fragments of darkness will slink from your soul to join the ebb and flow of dark mist that hovers ever above the abyss. Hold steady in this state of numb discomfort without judgement. Choose to simply be. Sit among the fog until it forms a bridge to the brilliance that will soon take form along your periphery. Find peace in the knowledge that the lights warmth can and will be return to the worn edges of your soul as it always has — and as it will again with every wax and wane of the dark tide.

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