I looked for God and found Him looking for me.
Hearts worn on sleeves, though worn out, still win out in the end for they know the great reprieve in loving solely for the sake of love and love alone, not to own another’s heart.
I heard you wanted to die. I’m glad you chose to live. I’ve been thinking about life lately. Not the mundane activities that occupy it. But life in it’s essence. The depth of it…
I’m beginning to see that love is not blind as such. I think love see all but chooses to forget. Someone once said, ‘love chooses to to give what is needed the most when it is deserved the least.’
“You are above reducing yourself for the sake of rank.”
He called to memory the past.
The dark and bitter past. It came easily, never having lingered too far away in his mind. They gathered like storm clouds. Rumbling eagerly, and then as a crack of lightning and in a torrent of rain they unleashed themselves.
But unlike countless times before, he wasn’t going to unpack the memories from their neat Little boxes to dust and examine them. He wasn’t going to re-live the pain again. This time he would finally lay them to rest. He would follow each of their stringed trail and where it ended he would cut each one loose. And with that, the memory of the way back to those memories would be forever lost to his mind.
A fire had already been prepared. He gathered all the clutter that he once nurtured affectionately and bitterly at the same time, and flung them into the hungry flames. He then took a step back and watched. Smoke ascended into the sky as if to offer a sacrifice of relentless surrender to heaven.
He waited until the fire had died out completely before leaving. Midway through the first step he paused and slowly turned to face the mass of ash that remained from the fire.
“I forgive…everything…everything.” He mumbled. The last syllable uttered seemed to carry the weight of the clutter that had refused to disappear into the fire. But the wind that blew against his cheek also carried away his words, and followed the smoke to wherever it went.
Sufficient oxygen supply – check
Food – check
Companionship (My family) – check
Clothing – check
Pen and paper – check
Roof over my head – check
And I can’t possibly forget my prime time entertainment, our cats, Pegasus and Soo.
I think that’s a good number of things to enjoy and be grateful for. My wish list can wait…
Sunrise gleamed in the horizon like a jewel being unearthed. He mistook this for gold and began to labor tirelessly for a treasure that was already given to him.
If a picture is worth a
thousand words, then
my words are capable of
“Wait…where are we going?” She asks.
He points to a flowered path.
“Where are we going?” he asks.
She points to a mountain in the horizons.
It was only then that they both realized their eyes were the only things they had been looking at all along.
They had even forgot about the very path their feet treaded on.