What light there is slips through

My favourite Greek myths are the ones that involve a detour into the Underworld. I think those are the most emotionally accurate precursors to the modern coming-of-age story, because they tell us what we all already know but often forget : that fear cannot be conquered until it is looked in the eye and feared properly, and that growth does not include bypassing the tough stuff.

Having said that, suffering for suffering's sake brings us nowhere. The courage to face difficulty is a two-pronged cure that will take us out of it. If Psyche had walked into the Land of the Dead without knowing what she was facing, she'd still be down there, wailing with the rest of the souls. But she walked out and, in the deepest corners of my faith, I know I will too.

I am beginning to view my life as my own personal myth, with its own gods and demons and trials in the Underworld. I firmly believe that this is what life really is and that everyone, everywhere, is writing their own myths as they breathe. Like any anthology, some myths are more ambitious than others and some small acts of heroism can get lost in the shuffle, but there are no minor myths, no lesser heroes, just smaller or quieter ones. The only stories that don't finish are the ones that don't begin and to begin, you need to leave the familiar and accept the quest. So first let us accept, then let us begin.


Yours,

Inari Grindcore


This is my last post on Sexless. I'm not a fan of stagnancy, so change it, move it, shake it, rip it up...it's all good with me.