The Day is Mine

There is a phrase that is proper for any occasion. A phrase uttered in those bittersweet moments, in which we know the euphoria we are experiencing will eventually forsake us, leaving us feeling empty and cheated. Then there are those moments in which we suffer a torment so great, so painful, that we curse the world and the evil that plagues it. But no matter the spectrum of our experiences, we utter this phrase, knowing that the sun will rise again.

And this too, shall pass.

So I sit here, as my eyes sweep across the interior of my room, and I say these words.

"And this too, shall pass."

Throughout the course of my life, I asked for nothing. Not charity. Not an unwilling hand. Not the crumbs swept off a table's edge. I feared nothing, because I believed in the power of my indomitable spirit. That no matter the odds, I will succeed. I believed that the ultimate purpose of my life is continual growth, to sharpen my mind, strengthen my body, and cultivate my spirit. That the suffering I endure won’t last forever, will leave no permanent scars, and that I will emerge each time a stronger man.

My heart cracked and splintered today.

I learned what it meant to feel the pain of loss, for true loss is only possible if you love something more than you love yourself. To find meaning in something you can pour your heart and soul into. To find another who shares your passion, and to share a world that was once private with them. I learned what it meant to love. To slave away daily on an eight hour job, to repeat a set of motions that require no thought and no emotions, only to wait for the end of the day to come, so you can experience that euphoria again.

And to have it snatched away from you, and suddenly the world dims by ten shades.

And I sit here, mouthing these words, and press them forward to the world.

"And this too, shall pass."