I keep having these sudden moments of clarity when I'm alone and usually not home. Something will catch me - the sunset silhouetting the trees, an errant leaf on the wind, the first star - and I'm struck by how bizarre and wonderful life is.
There's a typhoon of pain and joy inside me at any given moment. That's how I became Cataclysm - as my blog title says, I am a natural disaster unto myself. I put a lot of effort into keeping that destruction within. It's a part of me and I can't - and possibly wouldn't - change it, but it's not my way to willfully wreak havoc on the lives around me.
I'm getting a grip on one of the sources of pain in my life. It still hurts me, but I'm working towards it hurting for only the right reasons.
There's beauty in pain, if it's for the right reasons. Childbirth hurts like nobody's business, and it's one of the most beautiful events on earth.
Learning to love someone not just for who they are, but for their own sake and not for yours, is amazing.
Love hurts. But sometimes, it's a good hurt. (That was Incubus, for the record.)
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