Earlier tonight on my way back home from a friends place, I was
awfully quiet in the car making it an awkward fifteen minutes between my
dad and I.
To break the silence, he asked me,”why are you so quiet ?”
I answered him,”I like to watch the city lights at night.”
As another car passed by us, I began thinking like I always end up when there is a lot to think about.
I wondered why I felt this way. I wondered what made it so special.
Finally the answer came to me.
Only in the darkest of times, we find even the shortest ray of light beautiful and graceful. Only in the blackest night do you find the small blurry headlights passing by as a sign of hope and life. What I mean to say is, in the morning we fail to praise light and activity because we don’t get to see what the dark looks like. But when night falls, we begin to realize the importance of light and struggle to look for it.
And that is what the world is like.
While you’re growing up, you’re surrounded by light and hope and love and only see life in one perspective; the normal one, or the one that is your usual Monday morning.
However, once you’ve grown up, once you’ve gone through heart breaks, once you’ve lost someone dear to you, once you’ve earned something greater, once you’ve experienced something more valuable, once you’ve moved out into your own apartment, once you’ve entered the real and dark world. That is when you begin to see clearly.
This is when you start to realize that everything that ever made you stay up all night, emptying bottles of nutella is simply a dark road that you cross on your own, searching for a sign of more headlights at the end.
This is when you start to realize that everything that ever gave you fuzzy feeling in your stomach is the moment when you drive past your favorite pizza place.
This is when you see before your own eyes that everyday when you wake up or fall to sleep, you’re searching for the headlights at the end of the dark road, you’re searching for familiar places.
To break the silence, he asked me,”why are you so quiet ?”
I answered him,”I like to watch the city lights at night.”
As another car passed by us, I began thinking like I always end up when there is a lot to think about.
I wondered why I felt this way. I wondered what made it so special.
Finally the answer came to me.
Only in the darkest of times, we find even the shortest ray of light beautiful and graceful. Only in the blackest night do you find the small blurry headlights passing by as a sign of hope and life. What I mean to say is, in the morning we fail to praise light and activity because we don’t get to see what the dark looks like. But when night falls, we begin to realize the importance of light and struggle to look for it.
And that is what the world is like.
While you’re growing up, you’re surrounded by light and hope and love and only see life in one perspective; the normal one, or the one that is your usual Monday morning.
However, once you’ve grown up, once you’ve gone through heart breaks, once you’ve lost someone dear to you, once you’ve earned something greater, once you’ve experienced something more valuable, once you’ve moved out into your own apartment, once you’ve entered the real and dark world. That is when you begin to see clearly.
This is when you start to realize that everything that ever made you stay up all night, emptying bottles of nutella is simply a dark road that you cross on your own, searching for a sign of more headlights at the end.
This is when you start to realize that everything that ever gave you fuzzy feeling in your stomach is the moment when you drive past your favorite pizza place.
This is when you see before your own eyes that everyday when you wake up or fall to sleep, you’re searching for the headlights at the end of the dark road, you’re searching for familiar places.
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