Darkness

“Anh” means “luminous”. Only in the dark can we see the light.

When I was a toddler, darkness was a real fright to me. It freaked me out. My mom told me that it was okay to be in the dark. I went through it with her eyes on me. At that time, though I wondered if it was credible, everything my mom said was 1000000000000000% valid to me. So even when darkness scared the shit out of me, I still kept my chin up and reminded myself to refrain from being a “coward” kid. Maybe I have never been afraid of darkness, but I used to be horrified by the spooky stories about ghosts and that sort of thing in the dark. I told my mom I had been too scared of those haunting entities, and then she told me they were all imaginary. Gradually, I believe that there’s an array of things that are even much scarier than these invisible things. And I also learn the hard way that even when we can’t see something, it doesn’t mean that they don’t exist.

When I was 18, Marxism and materialism were once my faith =)) Hilariously, things have changed. Have you ever read about Buddhism or Christianity as philosophy, not religion? If we learn more about Buddhism, Christianity, or Taoism as ideologies, our perspective in life may be directed another way. Oh, so why do I write these lines?

I don’t know.

But now, I’ve been befriended by the dark. Darkness allows me to free all my senses. No sensitivity. And even without sanity. Only purity remains. When I was utterly hopeless, I was sitting in the dark. Time goes by; now I’m 25. And darkness is a friend of mine.

Above all, I’m so grateful for everything and every one by my side whenever I feel I’m about to die. Thank you. I still have no idea why I’m typing these lines. Maybe they’re just a reminder for me to try. And thrive at least before I die.