by meg havana 30 apr 07
Staring at the four corners of a room can be frustrating. It spells idle. The mind wanders off to certain events, may it be from the past, present or probably even the future, and, most often than not, the circumstances deemed to be hurting are the thoughts that usually creep in. Memories that have been buried, long been forgotten are refreshed, brought up again and the mind starts to bog down, tears commence, fire begins to burn, hate springs up and regret suddenly bounces back.
The blinking of the eyes cannot stop the memories from crawling back and the setting of the sun as it is being stared upon by the sad, blinking eyes cannot even aid in drying up the tears that are starting to well.
The emptiness of the heart now fills up the entire room and a deep, long, meaningful sigh is let out. Silence becomes so deafening.
But then thoughts of someone up there watching switches the mood. The working hands start to wipe away the tears, a smile commences, hope springs up, faith is reborn and the beauty of the sunset is suddenly recognized.
Everything happens for a reason. There is no need to look back, regret and grumble. The most beautiful thing is the opportunity of being. To be content that the sad, blinking eyes sees the setting of the sun, that the working hands are capable of wiping away tears, that the heart aches, that the mind bogs down .
Millions out there are not fortunate enough. Their senses are incomplete, their eyes cannot see, their hands cannot work, their hearts unable to beat on their own, their minds devoid of thinking even the simplest of thoughts.
Today must be the day to stare at the four corners of a room and realize how fortunate it is to be able to do it.
Staring at the four corners of a room, it is not being idle at all!
Staring at the four corners of a room can be frustrating. It spells idle. The mind wanders off to certain events, may it be from the past, present or probably even the future, and, most often than not, the circumstances deemed to be hurting are the thoughts that usually creep in. Memories that have been buried, long been forgotten are refreshed, brought up again and the mind starts to bog down, tears commence, fire begins to burn, hate springs up and regret suddenly bounces back.
The blinking of the eyes cannot stop the memories from crawling back and the setting of the sun as it is being stared upon by the sad, blinking eyes cannot even aid in drying up the tears that are starting to well.
The emptiness of the heart now fills up the entire room and a deep, long, meaningful sigh is let out. Silence becomes so deafening.
But then thoughts of someone up there watching switches the mood. The working hands start to wipe away the tears, a smile commences, hope springs up, faith is reborn and the beauty of the sunset is suddenly recognized.
Everything happens for a reason. There is no need to look back, regret and grumble. The most beautiful thing is the opportunity of being. To be content that the sad, blinking eyes sees the setting of the sun, that the working hands are capable of wiping away tears, that the heart aches, that the mind bogs down .
Millions out there are not fortunate enough. Their senses are incomplete, their eyes cannot see, their hands cannot work, their hearts unable to beat on their own, their minds devoid of thinking even the simplest of thoughts.
Today must be the day to stare at the four corners of a room and realize how fortunate it is to be able to do it.
Staring at the four corners of a room, it is not being idle at all!
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