He does not haunt me, because if I do things right, he cannot touch me.
It is a battle of will between my enemy and I, yet not of my own will but the Light’s will for me. This enemy of mine does not back down to anything except the light that I have been given, the same light which I know I am not worthy to have.
I am an ambassador for the Light, wielding its power as Rey wields Luke Skywalker’s lightsaber in her battle against Kylo Ren. Yet no matter how powerful I think I am, how much control I think I have, I am nothing and the Dark knows it. He flaunts his power in me from time to time. He inches his way into me through channels I could not imagine. He whispers in my ear a thought here and there, slyly leading me right into the pit of my own shame and despair. Sometimes I do not even realize it.
It is not until I notice the little flame in the corner of my darkened eyesight, that I notice how very little I can see. Though I mistakenly betray the Light again and again, it is always willing to take me back. Though I ignore the precepts of the Light over and over again, it welcomes me home, replacing my hindsight full of darkness with a bright, beautiful landscape ahead of me.
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The ultimate outcome of me not learning my lesson would be full surrender to the Dark side. So the Light disciplines those who are in itself by making good and bad known to us so that we will be truly convicted of our wrongs. The Dark rejoices in my realization of how far he has led me astray. He does not know that my realization of this is not a victory for him. I would not be able to overcome my problem if I did not know what I had to