“It is said that the darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn” – Thomas Fuller
Last night, I stared at the darkness after the lights were out,
My mind went blank as I tried to relive it from the thoughts of what transpired while the lights still shined. Exhausted, sleep deprived, a whole weight on the shoulders of none that takes the glory while the light shines but on the one who ensures we get through the darkness of night. Moving very fast, my thoughts were changing at championship pace from one to another, as though they set their sights on an Olympic 100×4 relay medal. Reminiscing the passion that will never leave the heart, the countless seconds that helped turn visions to reality, and the standards that were raised.
It was very dark, thoughts roaming the mind like a restless ghost striving to leave its tomb, as though in a closed room, the heart inside terrified of how it would be able to mend the broken pieces off it! The mind staring at the heart, wondering how the chains that joined the pieces broke. The mind, as silent as a grave yard, it struggled to climb out of the dark endless high walls.
A voice whispering to the heart got louder, where is the strive? Waterfalls running down the stream to the base, dramatically worn away like a rock shelter, thoughts were running down the mind remembering the days when I had the shortest honeymoon. I tried to close the eyes filled with fear, the heart broken and disappointed but knowing sunrise only comes after dusk. We are not in control of choosing when darkness comes, but we must be hopeful to see the new light and hold on at dusk hour.