I personally see it this way: there’s either love or fear, either light or darkness. Both can’t coexist in the same moment, but I think that we all have both moments in our lives. Perhaps it’s really too black and white, and it’s probably not quite like that, but that’s my poetic vision. Almost any problem can be linked back to some fear, usually a primal fear, that we have about survival and being accepted, being good enough. Love is the feeling when you know that you are good enough and accepted, and there’s no need to fear.

Fear is part of living as a human. The moment you think you’ve figured it all out and you’re feeling fearless, you stop paying attention to and something happens and you become afraid again. The moment I forget to uphold the light, the darkness comes back. I find that the best way for me to live is when I try each day to live a life of love, but am also very aware of that other side and try to remember it’s existence. I’m only human and so are the rest of people. We become lost and scared and some of us don’t even know that they would have the option of not feeling guilt or worry. So they hold onto it. It is a shame, but what can you do other than being patient and caring, and hope for the best? With yourself and with others.