The mystics and poets call it the Dark Night of the Soul. The time when you are absolutely alone, don’t see the horizons you used to see, don’t feel the supportive arms you used to feel, everything is a pure void of expectation. And you are humbled by the experience of this cosmic event in your life. Without control, vision, warmth. I’m not depressed (I used to be, so I know the feeling). I am just this small bright spark in the dark, waiting for the dawn. I don’t know who am I going to be when I emerge on the other side of the shadows. This is both scary and exciting.