Pay attention. Listen with your eyes. Like boulders near the ocean edge, whose peaks are beaten and often covered by the violent waves, truth is there. That bit of truth, that flash of light you see faithfully bobbing amidst the blinding darkness crashing in, is your anchor. The waves increase and difficult your vision, but you know they’re there. Identity, landmark, and glimpses of where you are threaten to leave you.
The darkness is real and the fog is heavy, yet you fix your eyes on where it used to be. Emotions are real and dark, but also good. The battle is learning how to sift through them and how to hold onto the real truth; yes, that real one deep down and so clear that you wish weren’t true. It’s that one that will set you free.
You tune your ears to hear that one pitch, and you choose that one flag waving among the countless others. That’s when, with the waves ever raging, you’ll realize your head is above the waters and your placement is sure. For that boulder is not only your truth, but it is you.