I’m thinking about it again. The thoughts don’t scare me like they used to. I used to worry about it, but now I think I’m excited.
If I let the darkness in, will the light within me come rushing out? Or, will it be consumed?
Will my final act before my descent into the coming darkness be a beacon to the world? Will I shine that much brighter than ever before, and then collapse inward into nothing?
Will the earth and moon and sun smile down on me as I implode, proud of my final act?
Is it worth it to let the darkness in?
The moment passes, and my thoughts go with it. I sigh and put my smile back on so that I can get through the rest of my day.