"Sometimes you think you know a lot; about life & love, but in actual fact you know nothing at all"...
Ahhh… Monday.
Some people dread it, most loathe it.
I can safely say a majority of the population would even wish it’ll never come…
As for me, I gladly welcome it.
For it means a whole new week, the start of a different row in the calendar & the opportunity to meet with the things & important people of my life.
But that doesn’t mean the Angel doesn’t have her wings around me on weekends.
Just through remote control.
And what a weekend it has been.
Solidarity is a new-found State in my map.
The serenity of its peaceful pastures, the free-flowing river with waters of inspiration & the richness of its soil of hope so entices me to stay on, & I truly feel very at ease whenever I come to realise its grace.
However, when I took a long walk to the other side of this state, there also lies a sea of doubts & wonders, a lake of unseen depth of despair, an unexplored forest of uncertainty & the hidden cave of eternal darkness.
As bright as the sun may shine, it still sets at the end of the day, giving way for the moon & its partners of the nocturnal glory to roam the land.
As blue as the sky, there are also clouds to that hang on to it with the zest of freshness in its rain that cools the air.
As vast as the possibility of the sea, it still is the Mother of All Creatures.
As perfect as this picture paints, the potential of a tidal wave or storm brewing is still inevitable.
Perfect World?
Think again.
No doubt.
No matter where we are or choose to be, the fact remains that there really is no running away from the things we need to face.
Things that are not as predictable as the rain, since the sky may darken to signal its arrival (most of the time, that is). But we need to face the pitter patter that fall on us.
Its how we deal with the sensation of its droplets when they hit our heads or faces that makes us worthy of life itself.
There would come a moment in time when we will face the dilemma of doing the convenient over the righteous.
Whether we feel that the easiest solution is just our way to run away & hide from torment & the flood of mass-opinion or it’s just our way to hold an umbrella over the rain to shield ourselves, if we’re not being true to ourselves then what difference does it make?
Would it be a way to tell if there is indeed a method to face all these?
Would we then realise that our biggest strength actually turns out to be our weakness?
Would it mean that in order to be fair to yourself, you have to be unfair to others?
Would we, in the end, in our effort to find our own State of Solidarity forgo things which seemed do not matter but in actual fact does?
Would it then be worth finding for keeps?
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I used to think (and still do) that one who dread weekends are normally a lonely person. For the weekend would seemed too long, too quiet. Mondays and weekdays are just an escape of the loneliness. I used to feel like you do until I found my happiness. I pray you would find yours too for life is really in your hands. The decision that you made determines the journey that you walk.
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