3/2/2023 0 Comments A spark in the dark![]() ![]() Neither our deepness of friendship nor circumstances of the day stopped them from spreading as much joy as they could in a matter of 30 seconds. It is from a God of unconditional and everlasting love. It remains even in the most strenuous moments, and has no barriers or limitations. Joy is a difficult thing. It is not, however, to be mistaken with happiness. These girls that I honestly didn’t know that well at all treated me like I was their favorite person in the world, and made what appeared to be the worst possible 24 hours, a day that was worth enjoying to its fullest. The cloud over my heart had completely vanished, and it was replaced with an incandescent joy.Īs dramatic as this all might sound, I mean every word of it. This is the worst day in all of history, and I’m standing here grinning like a two year old who was just given the deluxe Barbie Dream House. I stood there for a few seconds, slowly becoming aware of the uncontrollable stretch in my facial muscles and the opening in my lips which exposed my teeth. I was dumbfounded. How did this even make sense. They complimented my tan (always the best- tip to guys: tell a girl how tan she is and you’re set for a very long and fulfilling marriage), they said that it was great to see me, and pranced out the doors. Still in shock of the amount of joy overflowing in front of me, I was embraced by two girls from my old high school that were just way too happy to see me. My eyes flipped upwards to see two tremendous, beaming sets of teeth that stretched from ear to ear on each of the two old familiar faces. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my arm, and my ears were filled with an energetic voice exclaiming my name. With my head down and heart empty, I opened the shop’s doors and stepped inside. The early wake up call was not missed, and neither were Physics and Psychology.Īfter somehow managing to still be breathing after a morning of classes, I make my way over to the downtown Starbucks to start working on the seemingly endless amount of studying, homework, and papers that stood unshakeable in front of me like my own personal Mount Everest. Students drag their feet along the concrete sidewalks, and even the sun shines a little less than normal. No one smiles, and no one asks to make sure you’re okay. I’m sure you’ve gathered what day this is by now. Yep, it’s the first, heartbreaking Monday following a far too short Spring Break, aka the worst, most terribly unfortunate day that has ever existed in any college-goer’s universe. Waking up at 8 AM has never seemed quite so cruel. ![]() I gaze down at my tan skin, longing for a brightened spirit, but no matter how many shades darker I got over the past 7 days, my soul remains in a bottomless pit without any form of escape. I shut my eyes tightly, still able to hear the melody of crashing waves, lyrical whistling of birds, and whisper of palm trees brushing their leaves against one another, only to open them again and see a bleak reality of manmade buildings and obnoxious college students blaring their horns at each other. The lack of food in the kitchen makes the morning even more catastrophic. There is an overwhelmingly grim and hopeless cloud over the black hole that is my heart. The early morning rays of sun creeping through the blinds are tragically dull. ![]()
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