Some things are like the stars; you may not always see them but they are always there.
Like the child in you. Still curious, playful and full of wonder. Not jaded and worn. And soiled by your mistakes or by real and imagined sins as unforgiveable as others would have you believed. That child is still there.
Like the youth of your yesterday. From those young eyes, the lens of the world non-intimidating but an unexplored map. Thinking all you needed was your souped up car, windows down, Bon Jovi Living on a Prayer cranked high, a few dollars for a tank of gas to get to the next town, improvising along the way. Any hint of fear was only that of facing a future full of regrets. That kid is still there.
Like the dreams you once hold. Of the world you want to create. The souls you want to inspire. The lives you want to change. Imagine them again. Silent audiences waiting for the curtain to rise. Those dreams are still there.
Like the belief you have in a tomorrow. Its power to reset. Its power to erase hurts. Its power to renew hope.
They are all there. Waiting. Waiting for you to remember. Waiting for you to come fully into yourself.
Every purpose, every passion, every desire were written into your Being when you come into being. Indestructible as your soul and the Love that created it, and that which will survive eternity while your mortal shell crumbles to dust.
So do not mourn those darkest of nights. You’re a fighter. Fighters don’t ask to be saved. They endure the pain and celebrate the scars. Because all fighters know: During the darkest of nights, the stars shine the brightest.