I stood in the dark, feeling like that’s where I belonged. My mind was covered in the dark apparel of my own thoughts. I had a war to fight, yes, a war. They were dark wars because I was fighting with my own demons. The war seemed unending.
I fought between being a better person or being who the world wanted me to be. I fought between being successful or a failure. I fought between trading my good values for money. I fought between being good or bad. I fought between lies and truth. I fought between love and hate. I fought between being like everyone else or standing out.
I fought to the point that I felt exhausted. I felt like energy was being drained out of my life. Then I anticipated a miracle. At that point I felt like the miracle was taking forever to happen. I became accustomed to the war.
You know that moment you anticipate the sunrise but the moon keeps glaring at you? You wait so long that you get so comfortable with the moonlight and forget there is a brighter light at sunrise.
In the midst of my darkness, I caught a glimpse of the light at sunrise. I saw hope. I decided to fight. I decided to choose good over bad. I chose being a better person over being who the world wants me to be. I chose success over failure. I chose my good values over money. I chose truth over lies. I chose love over hate. I chose standing out over being someone else.