rage, rage against the dying of the light

my soul is still right now. I feel a sense of awareness of the weight of the world. After wanting things for so long, I no longer have a plan that makes any sense, or a friend who I always thought everything would include.

Change is not easy. We resist it until our own resistance causes renewal. Change is never slow, but comes in heaving, startling gasps and we all have to scramble to find our bearings. There is nothing that feels good about not knowing, nothing that is comforting about fear, but I am learning that it is in this moment - this semi-darkness between life stages where you feel like you're fumbling for illumination, that you begin to learn just how strong you are. And this is where change originates, where people break down walls and life moves in new and wonderful directions.

In honour of change, I propose a thought: allow the next stages of your life to struggle into being. Fight your convictions and test your own morality. As Dylan Thomas writes, "do not go gentle into that good night". Allow things to hurt. Allow yourself to be scared. Find strength in not knowing. And most importantly support each other along the way - in the end, friends and lovers - those that we can hold hands with when it's dark- are all we've got.

b.