WHAT WE SEE

            I used to write with a focus for struggle, disillusionment, and loss.  Hardship and hurt were the lenses through which I wrote.  Hemingway wrote this way until he blew his brains out, alone, in a depression he designed.  Fitzgerald wrote the same, but in a softer light, until he drank himself to death.  Steinbeck saw it too but decided on Salvation.  You read their vision in their works. 
            There is a darkness in Man.  This is undeniable, but there is ever an equal and greater light within Him too.  In the end, each man becomes that which he decides to see.
            I chose light. 

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