Yet this is the reality of my disease. My body is less capable than I ever expected or wished for. I can either succumb to the misery of this reality, or I can make the best of what I can do, and be a joyful and active spectator. I choose the latter. I choose joy. There will be times when the dark overpowers the light, but all I can do is keep trying to live in the light. After all, living is brighter and easier there.