Let’s start with something that we all can relate to. Life. Speaking of which, we will have wondered many a times how ironical and twisted life really is.
For instance, we may mourn the death of a loved one - on the other side of the world a mother cradles her new born baby, promising long life and happiness. We may hear silence with the cheerful loved one no longer there to break it - perhaps just blocks away, the chuckling little one clutches his dad’s finger to take his first step into life. There is hollowness in the hearts of few when there are those who are content with their new found joys.
And if we thought otherwise, correction - this is life. It has been carefully crafted so that its events may eventually balance. Where do you think the notion of laughing too much in a day and crying equally as much the next came from? And if it is a matter of a series of unfortunate events, the good in it all is just over the horizon.
There are many who tumble through testing occasions. It is the nature of man to willingly accept when given but fearfully recoil at something being taken away from them. That is when the two invisible yet strongest companions in life intervene. Hope and faith. The glimmer of light and the embodiment of life that may only fade away for a brief moment; only to return again into the strong hearts of men.
Hopefully time will heal bringing our sorrow its daily balm. Hopefully our sons will grow up to be revolutionaries and heroes in the eyes of the world. Hopefully our lives will become pretty or stay pretty which ever may fit each one.
In each unfortunate event lies the thread of hoping and praying we make it through. And this is how, in time, we are able to lift our heads up to our neighbors, once again, welcoming them into our houses for dinner and a cup of tea.
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