The sun as long been set, and the sky is covered in black with freckles of crystal lights.
I love the night, and I fear it. Mysterious and beautiful.... Life is so much like the night. With its mystery and beauty. The distant, explored and unexplored stars representing each chapter in ones life, the written and unwritten. Each ray of light being hope and happiness against the blanket of black. The blackness being over powering and never ending against the tiny rays of light, are the dark and unknown times we face.
Life is beautiful that way. Even the dark and unknown is beautiful. Because, we do shape ourselves, learn, and grow from the struggles we come to face.
Your life is your own story, that only you have the power to write. Life gives you obstacles, roadblocks if you will. The quill is in your hands, to write how each obstacle will be handled, and the outcome you will later endure.
It's funny how we all come to think that we have no control over are own lives, but in fact we actually do. Sometimes it’s completely out of one's control, like the roadblocks, but you are the one who can control how to overcome them, go around each roadblock.
The quill is yours....
But, then at times, I will admit, I can't see the truth in my own philosophy.
Life's just funny like that I guess...