Sometimes, the heavens bellows
and cries out in silence. But not all tears foretell sorrow.
Some presage happiness, hopeful joy.
Sadly, we seldom grasp the difference.
Little time is spared to listen to the beauty in the present.
We are deaf to the universe’s subtle voice;
too consumed by self-made psychodramas.
We clamour foolishly to predict the future;
but overlook the gifts nesting on our noses.
Overdosed on the elixir of envy,
we lament what we do not have;
while tentacles of discontent obscure what we do have.
Life is not an easy ride.
Sometimes, it is a circular staircase to nowhere.
Like running on a treadmill
while trying to pick up the brittle, broken pieces of life;
curating the fonder memories only to shelve them;
and having to relearn the gentle textures of fading dreams.
C’est la vie!
Whatever happens, the sun promises to rise tomorrow.
It will break through clouds and rain to stand tall.
And in the creeping autumn of time, when the dense fog finally lifts;
and the biting cold and the darkness of doubt dissipate,
the fresh fragrances of daylight will prevail.
Because, there is always room for hope.
Somewhere to plant more ambitious dreams.
A sanctuary to comfort and lay your head.
And so, if one day time decides to drag you through hell…
dare to keep walking.
Eventually, time itself will lead you to the other side;
where hope, standing like warrior candles, will light a path…
So, just keep walking!