I shall start brainstorming about one real soon!
Dia has written 3 entries about this goal
“That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife’s slain body in his arms.”
— Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner)
as she opened her eyes darkness surrounded her, and she couldn’t help but wonder how at a point in life it would have suffocated her since darkness was the one thing she feared most. as a child she would tuck all edges of the quilt under her body and hide under it and only then let her dad turn the lights off at night.. the quilt was like a shield against the engulfing darkness.
as the time passed she grew up and reached maturity but the fear never truly left her until she fell in love.. love somehow gave her courage and strength to face her fears, love made her feel strong, almost immortal.
then on a nice and sunny day she experienced heartbreak in the most clichéd of its forms and the pain she experienced tore her heart apart, it was thankfully followed by a blissful numbness.. and as much as it hurt at that time it was every bit worth it cause if it hadnt been for that one turning point in her life she wouldnt have been as strong as she is today.. facing the darkness all alone,which in her book counts for a lot.
the courage bestowed upon her by love or the pain of being rejected or the fearlessness which followed the heartbreak,all of what she experienced, may be, gave her something worst to fear or eliminated the fear of worldly things all together, whichever the case might be it changed her life for the better and at the end of the day isnt it what counts? and as she concluded that she just smiled into the darkness and drifted into a calm slumber.