Prejudice
There has always been a familiar and warm feeling about darkness.
Back then, darkness to me was not someone or something to trust, not something to hold on to, and not someone to shelter. I have always been terrified of it, terrified of the things lurking inside of it, terrified of the beauty or danger within the darkness.
I have always avoided it. When passing through it, I ran, I clung to somebody to seek protection from something I don’t even know if it’s going to harm me or not, I judged it.
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But as I grew older, I started to appreciate the beauty of the unknown, the beauty inside the darkness.
As time passed by, I figured out that darkness has always been my friend.
The friend I have never known because I was too terrified to look deeper into it, too naïve to appreciate the home it offers. It later became my shelter to hide from everyone. The one I have been scared of as a kid, is now the someone I cling to.
Darkness is now a familiar home; I have always slept there. A friend who never judged, a friend who embraces you, and hides you from everyone at your lowest point.
Who would imagine that someone you feared back then as a kid would one day become the only shelter that felt like home?
