From the comfort of the darkness, straight into the blinding light. The opening ceremony is marked by cutting the umbilical dependency cord. Eyes well shut, hard to breathe, lungs full of liquid. A loud cry clears the lungs, lets the air in for the first time. The passage from darkness to light is marked by loud cries, as if it is a sign of what is to come.
The comfort and feeling of warmth of the nine months are no more. The peace and nurture are over. I am all alone as a single individual. Everyone around is happy and relieved, except me. I must struggle to open my eyes; the noise and light are hard to take.
What is this all about? And what am I doing here? What brought me into this world? Questions that may never be answered. It is all a mystery, as if the darkness is more telling than the light.