(Even though it hurts sometimes)
Just as Nietzsche proclaimed,
I have learned to say “Yes” to life, even when it burns,
because there is nothing eternal to sustain us,
only the moment burning in its own fire.
My days have unfolded between shadow and light.
I have tried to live and enjoy both the sun and the moment:
the sun, because it burns and asks for no forgiveness;
the moment, because it promises nothing and, yet, gives everything.
I have learned to accept the unfolding of things, and to sing of that tragic joy
that accepts life without redemption. I have said ‘Yes’ even to pain,
and I have accepted and endured it, because I understand that we
must be fire, not ashes.
I have lived amidst lightning and thunder and found that, when they cease,
the silence of freedom begins.
I have been a wanderer of thought, accompanied, so often,
only by the wind of the spirit beating against my brow.
I have loved life with a passion that burned through boundaries,
and now that it is my turn to suffer, I accept it. Steadfast, I face the pain with the deepest freedom:
that of loving fate,
even when it hurts.