There are dark times and there are light times, always. There is never only dark, and there is never only light. Even at the same time, the dark is light in some ways, and the light is dark.

I say this because sometimes it gets so dark that I think to myself I’ll never again see my shadow apart from all darkness. And other times it is so bright that I think it’ll be light forever. Always, things change. And things come up that I never expected—this keeps me moving forward, through good times and bad.