My mother was seldom
funny. Sure, she had a sense of humor. She laughed at jokes and funny
incidents. But she never shared jokes or
light stories. When we were kids, Mother
painted her bedroom black, hung heavy curtains over the windows, and closed the
door.
I recall stepping into
the bedroom one day. I scanned the dark walls,
finding only a knife-blade of light where the curtains remained slightly parted
at the middle. Rather than feeling drawn
to the light, I felt the darkness sucking at me.
Not long after that, we
ended up living with my grandparents.
I didn’t understand the
darkness then.
I don’t understand it
now.
--Mitchell
Hegman
There will always be light and darkness. The universe and everything in it, including you and I, have a dual nature where light and darkness are in constant struggle with each other for supremacy.
ReplyDeleteAs proof, there is no such dark room in my house.
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