In a world, wherein you can’t personally be born, you tremble in fear even in the thoughts of leaving everything behind. Nature has only given you a single lifetime. And added to that, that single and individual lifetime’s lifespan is inevitably ambivalent. You are always clueless when it is going to end. In the lofty unfolding of its cluelessness, you and I journey through a steep, shady, and slippery path we call life; we are thrown into its pangs and perils. This state of being-thrown-into is never a curse, not even an outrageous ordeal. It is just the way things are, wherein we are drawn to face myriads of holding-on and letting-go; and the best part of it, all these bear painful consequences.
“Why birth should come to every soul.
If gladness is far-fetched to dreams and making them happened
If so, life is a horrible mess as dying candles toss on the winds of oblivion.
Or a careless bend to the “Road Not taken”, for either way, the arrogance of meaninglessness is as bitter as a one-way ticket to a cruel destitute!
But wait a minute, does life in its briefness really sound that awful?!
In the shifting intricacies of life’s brevity, time is making it longer.
The taste of excruciating pain led us headlong to suffer, to endure and, for the brave, “TO MATURE”!
And in this crisis we call life, our weary souls refuse to die.
That we even tediously and tirelessly by their shattered pieces pick up wisdom who set not for holding unto wounded hearts, but a blasting furnace… a CONFLAGRATION!
Seems broken but is made invincible by the high hopes and that inspires
That dreamers and builders that we are, need countless breaking and ripping-apart to blaze and build strength!
Never disown the countless wrecking torments of burning the midnight’s oil, those lonely dark nights that even the comforts of sound sleep have left us.
These are workshops of the roughest rudimentary of the most childish of souls!
Joyfully embrace the wake of the dusk-til-dawn, for more the forlorn,
It carries and brings us forth the wings and whispers of the Divine!
And its angelic whims have carried and tossed.
Hurled and even blown away any soul that adheres to this warm gentle call.
In anything that we are so passionate about, it awaits the birth of a masterpiece, but it starts for a one heedful soul that prays!
But what about happiness, if that could be so real, is never black or white.
Never should be a rigorous pursuit of the best, as if everything must thrive so hard to take possession of the most Utopian dream of goodness and the most marvelous of things… NEVER!
And just out of the blue, we find ourselves the answer in the most bewildering void,
In the depth of our contemplative pondering, there is that lucid intellectual trance.
We can find wisdom that is closer to the teachings of our Lord.
Hence, happiness, or more accurately, cheerfulness is a philosophy of Life.
It is the Flow, a psychologically acceptable genius in every human experience that projects a capacity so superb that constitutes our conscious, unconscious to a state of the super-conscious that more than imaginings we are spontaneously succumb to the love for fate, not to come what may but come what is out to be!
And for this we ought to pray: “Lord, grant us serenity to accept the things we can’t change, the courage to change the things we can, and the wisdom to see the difference…”