Light and Dark...

We stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us – The Joker, Batman.

I often wonder about when the transition from innocence to cynicism happened. When did the child die and where did the beleaguered adult emerge from. I guess the simplest answer is that when you stop believing in magic and allow reality to envelop you, when you move away from Phosphoresce to voluntarily invite the Cimmerian.  When you recognize that the most fearsome beast dwells deep inside of you.

We’re dark and light in equal measure and the choice is individual, which of these will you espouse to foster. Sometimes the luminous path that has been commonly followed may seem dull and the shimmer wane. Dark, then insidiously seems safe to take refuge in. We’re human, weak with itinerant foibles and the slippery slope welcomes the weary soul.

The beauty of it all though is when the lucent being wakes up and annihilates the murkiness that you’ve been wading in. This is maturity then when you consciously surmise that you’d still want to cherish the guileless spirit that is the core of your essence even at the cost of being labelled silly, gauche and stupid.

Dark has its value but the Light will always prevail… cos you're more... much more than F&F...