“The sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.”
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.”
—Martin Luther King, Jr.
“What doesn’t transmit light creates its own darkness.”
Seeing a lot of “We’re fucked” tweets lately. These tweets are not necessarily wrong, but I don’t see their point.
“Doom is inevitable,” as Seth recently put it. “Gloom is optional.”
Life is bad enough. Twitter is already worse than bad. I’m not asking you to blow sunshine up my butt, but if you’re going to tweet, “We’re fucked,” at least follow it up with the “eat trash be free” raccoons:
I am, believe it or not, one of the least optimistic people you will meet. I’m not kidding. You don’t want to see what I write in my diary. (That’s why I write it in my diary.)
But I’m here. And I have people who depend on me to be here. So I gotta keep going, somehow.
Edith Wharton said, “There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.”
You don’t have to have your own light. You can reflect someone else’s. That’s what I’m doing, here, and elsewhere: I’m trying to find the light and reflect it. I’m trying to be a reflector, not Human Vantablack.
We all want to scream into the void. We all feel the need to express the dread. But, it’s like Zadie Smith says, “Go and ring a bell in a yard if you want to express yourself.”
“It’s not dark yet,” sings Bob Dylan, “but it’s getting there.”
So either be the light or go find some and reflect it.