Belong.

Where do we belong? We might belong to darkness for the source of light is not ours, it’s borrowed. Nights are real, when the world is the way it is and if sadness is an accomplice of darkness, then that’s what our default state is, except it’s not.Sadness isn’t darkness. But there is something really beautiful about sadness. In fact, everything about sadness is beautiful except its cause. Sadness is happiness, which was ruined. It’s that boat which while sailing on the calm river suddenly met a waterfall. And somehow I feel, our emotions and desires are way stronger in this state rather than the happy one. When the boat is on the calm waters, you row it and let it float, but when it’s rushing down the river, that’s when you put in the best of your efforts.But to which state do we belong? Ours is the pain or the joy? If darkness is truth and light, a lie then deciding our rightful place is complicated only because of the dusk and the dawn. Illusion, one illusion, which twisted the simplicity… The truth.Neither the happiness, nor the sadness is our state. Our state is darkness, our state is being.Yours isn’t the calm river or the waterfall, yours is the water.Our state is those droplets which lie in the dark, without a care.They just be.