Everything comes with an opposite. The day fading into night, those times we laugh so hard that we cry, the light...and the shadows it casts behind it. Every end is just a beginning. It's only ever an end if that's where you stop looking. The constant presence of opposites is sometimes a comfort to me, though.
Volcanoes might seem scary because they can destroy so much, but they're the reason we can live here today. Even as everyone stares out at those burning fires on the water, feeling the heat as it crumbles down to ash, I think we all can somewhat agree that it isn't really over. No matter what has been set ablaze, be it good or bad, it will always be a part of our history. Life is made up of all kinds of things.
Wherever there is despair or ruin, we can always find hope and try to create something stronger for the future. But darkness is really sticky sometimes, like that annoying thin plastic they wrap around stuff that weirdly clings to your hand no matter how furiously you try to shake it off. It's hard to remove by yourself. And sometimes it might make us feel better in our moments of weakness to give up, forget that good things exist, and linger among the sorrow, but that other half of life is always there, waiting for us to come back.
Some people like to say I'm always naive and don't take enough seriously. But I know. I know everything can't always be happy. But I also know that not everything always has to be sad, either. Because someone experiencing only one half of everything...they would be missing an awful lot of the world out there!
I know it's hard. But those hard times aren't endless.
Some day the fire will cool, and those ashes might become the soil to help new plants sprout.
I could see so many people from up here, by this broken lighthouse that lingered through the changing times. And she waved that staff over all of them, reciting lines from that stuffy poetry that also remained from the past. I never really understood the meaning of those old words. But at least I think I know what she was telling me earlier.
She's fallen in love, and doesn't want me to fade into just a memory. I...feel like an idiot for not noticing earlier, but...
Her new beginning is going to start. And I'll do what I can to help those fresh flowers grow up from the ashes. Though, I've never been too good with plants, have I?
I laughed out loud, tears choking me back into silence before burying my head in my arms. This hurts. This hurts so much, still...
I can't handle this alone.