The light at the end of my tunnel is sometimes obtuse and often discolored. It can be just a pinprick of light in the darkness and solitude inside myself. And yet, at other times, it can be the most blindingly, brilliant white light I've ever seen.
I don't know why it changes so often. I sometimes wonder if it has anything to do with my bipolar disorder but that isn't a catch all to my problems it's just a question I have. A question I have no answer to. I hope that everyone else has tunnel lights that change just like mine do but then maybe people don't notice them the way I do. Maybe they don't check on their tunnel lights as often as I check on mine.
Perhaps it's because their lights aren't as important to them as mine are to me because they're so busy living their lives and I'm so busy analyzing mine.
That's my downfall, my fault, my biggest flaw...I over analyze everything.
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