Saturday, March 26, 2011

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead..

They say the best work is born out of pain.
The best stories are those that are told by a survivor, someone who has felt every angry brush stroke, someone who has written inspite of the tears smudging their words, someone who has experienced the sharp stabs of pain that heartbreak is wont to leave.

It's easy.
It is easy to feed off the pain. Channel the hurt into something productive. To "make something" of it all. You don't have to deal with it, just harness it.

What do you do when it confronts you? When it hits you and you have no defenses raised? What do you do when you're alone with your pain?
How do you deal with the gut-wrenching, soul-crushing, heart-breaking misery that you feel?

You go to the people who'll make you whole again. The ones who will patiently, piece by piece, put you back together. All the pain in the world isn't enough to deter them. Your pain won't seem trivial, or insignificant. They'll find a way to make it better without diminishing its worth. The ones you can call your own. They'll find you when you grieve what's breaking and they will mend it.

And someday, the pain will subside. Maybe not today.. Just, someday.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust

“Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.”
- Kahlil Gibran

Faith is a hard thing to hold onto. You asked me how I can believe the in the things I do. You asked how I find the faith to look beyond what I see, towards all that I cannot possibly hope to see. All the tiny capricious turns of fate that I choose to make sense of, while you sit in a corner and scoff at the pointlessness of it all. You wondered at my blind faith in the unknown, my belief that everything will be alright no matter how crazy it may seem.

The truth is, I can never be completely convinced that I believe in the right things. That I'm putting my faith in the absolute, the unshakeable. I cannot be sure that my views are the right ones. How can I possibly be? There are so few things in the world that can be considered completely complete.. So then what makes my view the "right" one? What makes my faith seeem plausible?

There are no right answers when you think about faith and what it entails. How can there be? Isn't faith just a manifestation of oneself? Just another mirror that reflects who we truly are? The fact is, I have faith in my faith. And maybe that's all I need to know..

Monday, January 10, 2011

World Spins Madly On..

"The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on"


I love how the world somehow retains its momentum even when everything we've ever known is crumbling. There are times in our lives when nothing seems to be going anywhere, when we're reduced to shells. We're left wondering whether we'll ever be able to bounce back from the sheer tragedy of it all.

We're innately self centred. We like to believe that the world ends with every painful wail, every sorrowful sigh, every disillusioned teardrop. But that's not the way it is.. The sun will always rise no matter how bleak the night is. The lotus will find its way over the surface of the marsh, rising above the murky waters. People will surprise you, just as you begin to lose hope in them.

See, that's the thing about the world. No matter how painful things get, no matter how much sorrow comes our way, no matter how many times we're reduced to mere fragments of who we used to be... It'll still go on. Somehow, we can take comfort in the fact that the world will continue its mad dance in spite of our personal failures. And even as we're dusting ourselves off and tending to the bruises, we'll slowly beginning twirling along with it..