It’s not hard to give in to the bitter and mean. They creep in and name the darkest creatures in the darkest corners. They don’t shout; their whispers are quiet and soft, their tread muffled and unassuming, quietly stalking the moments of silence, waiting with steepled and gnarled fingers to exhale a breath that is sweetly rancid. It’s not hard to give in, because that bitter, that mean, they sing softly our worst fears about ourselves and the perceptions of those by whom we’re surrounded.
It’s not hard to give in to doubt, to accept that nagging voice that we aren’t good enough, not smart enough, not able, ENOUGH. Because inside we are all equipped with an internal naysayer, a devil, a creeping shadow whose words seem smarter than all those we’ve learned to the contrary.
It’s not hard to give in to the anger, to the spite, to the bile; to let it wash over us and shroud our eyes from the beauty we can create.
But do not give in, just because they are easy. Do not believe just because they are silver-tongued. They do not protect as they’d have you believe, they have no one’s interest at heart but their own. That bitter, that doubt, that anger, that spite, they are liars all and cannot abide the light. We are vulnerable, and that is our STRENGTH and all else will shrivel in the spotlight as we point it into those corners and send them scurrying back to their dank holes and caverns.
Do not give in because a door has closed, but instead search out the light through the crack in another. Believe in what was and what is possible TO BE. DO NOT GIVE IN because that we believed was good, WAS TRULY GOOD and we are better for it. Don’t ask to trade or forget. Be grateful in the remembering and refuse the taint of those dark and wicked riders.
It’s not hard to give in, but I won’t.