The Battle Rages On…

Tonight, as I fight off the last exhausted memories of a dying yesterday, I beheld a spectacular struggle in the heavens above. The sky, painted vibrantly with hues of electric blue, amethyst, and pale white, bore witness to the war raging on inconsiderately crashing with rumbling claps of mighty thunder as if colossal rockets were randomly pounding back the waxing darkness. The struggle reminds me of how the past is always trying to gain control of the present. Though the past is important, having molded and sculpted you into who you are, it can’t be allowed to define you or the decisions you must make. I think sometimes it’s okay to just sit and watch the war rage on, but sooner or later you must choose which side of the battle you are on. Do I stick with the darkness of the past and hope the advancing rockets of the day are kept safely at bay, or do I embrace the coming light letting my past fall away as I shed who I used to be and breathe in who I can be in this new tomorrow?