A Shot Through This Ever Increasing Darkness

As the lights were swiftly shutting off around me in all directions, so too was any hope for reciprocity. A black fog had descended capturing my clarity and left me with no inclination of release, with me slowly fading behind its shadow. The chokingly quiet mist crept, and enveloped me in its resolve, absorbing within it any light that attempted escape. I was frantically searching, with limbs flailing erratically, illuminated only by distant sparks of your reflection, in pursuit of some-thing, in this never ending nothing.

And I found no-thing.

Until, with the last remaining residue of energy I could scrape out of my shallow mould, I rang out a bullet of exasperation. It followed a straight, determined path unhindered by its precarious surroundings and its own recalcitrant nature. And at last, it hit in the most unlikely of targets. It was no ordinary thing that emerged from the darkness into the light. But it wasn’t the light that illuminated the thing, but the thing that illuminated the night. Independent of the darkness, it brought with it a certain revival.

The shot was more than a bullet, but a question, and the response was more than an affirmative but the answer. In many ways, it was the answer to the greater list of unasked questions. It consistently baffles me, that in a world where NOBODY HAS TO DO ANYTHING, and most people are not compelled by a Greater understanding to be moved towards good, that people still do good. Despite their ignorance of the Greater understanding, there is still a seed that grows good things from them. I cannot justly articulate the magnitude of this concept that, literally not a SINGLE person in this entire world has to do a SINGLE thing for another person.

And yet we do.

This idea alone, rebelliously persists and saturates all its combatants. Those that do not want to admit that there is goodness in the world by their mere defiance of the Greater order of things, and that we are capable of good things no matter how ostensibly small the scale. And whenever these ‘random acts of kindness’ (RAK’s) declare themselves to me, it is always as if it were the first time a stranger gave me their seat, while they stand uncomfortably reading their book just so I could comfortably read mine. And like the first visions of an infant at the reality around them, so too does my heart discover great sights, seeing them for the first time. And it is almost unbearably too kind, and I sometimes wish they would abstain from such superfluous displays of conviviality, because the debt weighs too heavy on my heart. And if you think this blog is about you, it probably is.

It took only a single shot through this all encompassing darkness for the light to unveil itself before me. Yes, it is the simple act of the kindness of a favor, which reveals to me the profound capability for goodness that exists within that person’s soul…and gives us all hope.