June 4, 2023

Life carries on, resoundingly.

We love. We grieve. We laugh. We cry.

We experience.

It seems so simple in concept, but the reality is more intricate than I could’ve possibly imagined.

After all, what words could possibly encapsulate those experiences? Emotion and perspective are like prisms of the soul. Everyone expresses and soaks them in differently. It never refracts the same off each individual. That is why the concept of life is more than we can fathom.

What’s the meaning of purpose? Somehow, it feels we were meant to do more than merely experience. Do we share experiences? Do those refractions all come together to create the prism? Are we all but hues in the rainbow to be picked apart?

If so, which color am I?

Is my shade warm? Is it cool? Is it dull? Is it blinding? Is it neutral? What do I incite in others?

Without the other perspectives, I’ll never know. And perhaps my cowardice means I'll begin and cease breathing never once knowing.

That is okay. I just hope beyond all measure that it is inviting. That it is pleasing to the eyes. That it blends well. That it brings out the beauty in other shades. Maybe I’ll dare to hope it can be appreciated on its own, for what it is, and not just how it exists next to another.

I know it’s a lot to ask of one little light. Those requests are heavy, and my time is short. So I suppose that however I look, I’ll have to make do. Whatever the shade is, it belongs to me. It is mine to make use of, for better or worse. Maybe that is how existing works.