Least you 7.3 readers think I am all fluffy frou-frou from that last post; I can assure you my optimism comes tempered with shadow.
I have seen… experienced… bad things, two bad things to be precise. These two things, almost in an ironic fashion, have canceled each other out because they were so contrary: one a product of people (there are bad people in this world), the other a product of fate (you can be in the wrong place at the wrong time). Once I became older, I was able to reflect on the nature of conflicts, giving me an insight for which I am now grateful.
Shadow falls across my writing because of who I am. In the dim, the shade is colder but in the chill, we can feel more alive. My writing is not reflective as much as it is holistic. For every conflict, there are a thousand solutions. The path we follow to the end has less to do with the process of elimination and more of our gestalt.
We are more than the sum of our experiences. This I know to be true.