There are days when nothing seems to be making sense. The world seems fifty shades darker. There is no one around. And even though the sun is shining bright, inside you, there’s a storm raging.
They are dark days. Grey days. When every defeat, everything that has ever hurt you, returns and bites you in the ass.
They are days when you can practically hear the drops of rain trickling down your misted window panes and settling in the pipes below your street. Your hands feel clammy and the cold makes you numb.
Those are days when you feel that your existence is worthless and that you must give up.
The universe is funny. It preaches that only after the darkest hour, shall you see the light. It conspires a myriad things behind your back. Trust the universe. Comets return. Some place has two suns. Magic, happens, up there. All you need to do is live through your darkest days to see the brightest dawns.
Those are days when you must learn to pick yourself up and have courage. And if you do hold on to that withering thread of hope, the universe promises to let you see the glorious spectacle ahead.
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