Once upon a time, I woke up at the crack of dawn to watch the sunrise.
As I watched the ball of light melt away the darkness in the sky, and splash the clouds with different hues of pink, I realized something.
The feeling I get from watching the setting and the rising of the sun is different.
A sunset would make me emotional to a point that it makes me want to cry.
A sunrise would fill me with so much happiness that I couldn’t help it but smile.
This observation made me discover the mystery of light and darkness.
The sunrise is not the washing away of darkness by the light, it’s the reemergence of the light which always existed.
The sunset is not the darkness dominating the light, it’s the disappearance of the light which always existed.
We have always thought that we have both within our minds, our hearts, our souls.
But do we, really?
We can say that darkness is the absence of light, but we can never say that light is the absence of darkness.
What is this personal dark side that we thought we always knew about?
There are moments in our lives when we lost our light from that part of ourselves that we decide to not shine a light on it anymore.
And what does darkness breed? Monsters, and these monsters that we keep within us could haunt us.
That is unless, just like the sunrise, we let that light emerge again.
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