The Forrest

The forrest is always dark. For some that darkness is a irresistible mystery. For others it is a symbol of terror even if, at times, the sunshine shines through.

The unknown is life. We are accompanied by thoughts that are nothing more than bets based on probability. But guarantees don’t exist. None of us are so lucky.

What we do share is the mystery. The darkness is what we make of it. We can live life as an adventure — for surely it is. Or we can succumb to the fear of the dark as we did when we were children, innocent and dependent.

None of can live with courage every day. All will fall. But the intention and perspective, even if it needs to be reminded of, can still guide and support us against nihilism and despair.

It is up to us, as it has always been.


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