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The Unknown

Is the unknown always concealed by the dark, I wonder What if the unknown has been basking in the light all along Hiding in plain sight while we make deals with fear to try and reach its borders The light allows us to think that we see all that we need to know It's a distraction we look forward to, makes us feel in control, so we never feel a sense of the unknown when it's in command How do we embrace the unknown when we can't be at peace in the dark I mean, if we are to believe we find our true selves when we embrace it, like some say The unsightly mess long tucked away from prying eyes, but still holds us hostage somehow, lurks somewhere in the dark Maybe the dark is the tunnel that takes us to the mysterious unknown So if the dark is the tunnel, is the unknown the light at the end of tunnel then? Which would make sense in a way, because no one ever knows if that light is the train coming to mow them down or a sign that their time in the dark is over. Could even be a firefly's glow in there, you just never know! Or maybe the unknown is the time spent in the dark tunnel? So that embracing the unknown would mean being comfortable in the darkness of the tunnel enough to face our fears To find in there, the right mental stimulation that doesn't ruffle the feathers unnecessarily and set any triggers off A place where thoughts can safely unfold at leisure in their own time at their own pace Without the pressures to blossom into action or to be anything at all That must be part of learning to just be  Self awareness and self acceptance would certainly thrive in such a place To stay still within the passage of a moment, to sense it, feel it and be ok to let it pass through you without trying to define it, must be how it feels to taste the unknown in my opinion

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