I'm looking at a new world. It's a world I've known all my life. Even while living in the midst of it, my eyes were those of a stranger. It's such a different world than the one I know about. And yet, it is the same.
-Everything's different; everything has changed -the Man said.
I kept silent for a few seconds, thinking. -It has changed-I finally answered- it has changed forever.
But it is hardly the world that has changed. It is we, I, who have changed.
I am no longer the lonely stranger, passing quietly through the silence of it's night. I am older, yes: but also wiser, stronger. I am grateful to God. The past has served me well, however much I dispised and woed about it. I had not seen the powerful lessons embedded within. Now, the veil over my eyes has started to lift.
In this brave new world, old memories will spring forth. They are the memories of dispair and hopelessnes. They are there as a warning, as a reminder to tread on that souless path nevermore.
A new life will be born, and with it new memories will be forged. I will laugh and cry. I will carry a bright light. The light of Hope. The light of Love.
