Friday, March 31, 2006
There have been only a few nights in my life where I have outwalked the furthest city lights. It seems too many. It is difficult when the stars watch in their impassive state as a piece of living dust agonizes over a heavy life decision. All thought seems to wrap around itself, inward, turning, until the skein breaks and the tangled webs come undone. What I would not have believed, if told, on any of those cold evenings, is this simple truth: The deeper sorrow has carved out of my soul, the greater my capacity to fill that emptiness with joy. Every tear I lose comes back to me as a flood of happiness.
Posted by Aaron Paquette