I have been laid to dust. Felt broken, helpless and hopeless. I have crumbled and shrunken. I have felt so empty, hollow, friendless and small.
The expanse of the one is made possible by the juxtaposition of the other. Both are inevitable because I will not settle for a constant bland middle. Both the highs and the lows will pass. They always do.
Because I know this, I can live with gratitude, even when I am low, and small, and lonely. I know the warmth that waits me when I endure and push through.
The grand moments that are yet to be will be all the more bright for the darkness I've endured.