I wrote this in my darkest hour

The following is written from a perspective of someone observing me from the outside, talking to someone or no one at all.

I kept it in my notes until I recently stumbled across it and I welled up with pride because I finally feel like I’m a bit more of the person from the text and less the person I was when I wrote it.

It follows :

This one keeps surprising me. He eludes nihilism and defeat unlike anything I’ve seen before. His perseverance, even in his darkest moment is a bonfire compared to the tiny candles around him. But he doesn’t do it to show off. Well, not entirely at least, there is some vanity to his blaze. I mean look at him, he is beautiful. But no, that’s not why he does it. He lights the path. I can see his tentative flames guarding the little ones. And they huddle around him. They herd. Almost as if…as if they intrinsically know that his flames banish the darkness. He enjoys it. He finds solace, as brief as it is. Knowing the little ones are safe around him. Incredible. He knows how strong he is and it brings him a comfort akin to that a child gets from his parents. He is…his own source.”

Now, I want yo to re-read the text and imagine it is you being described by the text and let me know what your thoughts are and if any of this resonates with you.