I’m not used to being happy for extended periods of time.

It scares me.

I look for the darkness behind the light, and I crave the light when the darkness saturates.

Maybe I should embrace my destiny knowing that the light is more bright after the dark,

And my destiny is a mixture of both.

Maybe sadness should not overwhelm me but be a cause for contemplation.

Maybe I should realize that the pain and salt of life cleanses as it burns.

But how can I accept this,

How can I accept the beauty with the pain.