The Daily Post prompt Reason to Believe.
To gather strength and keep going on, no matter what comes your way…
To survive against all odds…
To find a reason to believe in this world of destruction and decay…
It is hard, yet surprisingly simple…Look around, and you will find beauty…In a fragile flower blossoming through the cracks on the pavement…In a song of a bird perched on the branch of the solitary tree in the parking lot…In a child’s laughter echoing through the empty playground…In a kind gesture of a stranger…In a hug from a friend…In a kiss from a loved on.
Where there is life, there is beauty. Where there is life, there is a reason to believe.
Roaming the ends of the world
Trying to fill these holes
Seeking solace well deserved
Our tired wayward souls
Looking in the mirror
Not sure what we’ll find
Faces we no longer recognize
Hands desperately entwined
In a blink of an eye
The world around us disappeared
Land and sky turned dark
All was lost as we feared
Forests and mountains crumbled to dust
Oceans vanished without a trace
All that once thrived brought on its knees
All that mattered lost its beauty and grace
Like fools we were watching
Our lives reaching a point of no return
Breaking all that stood in our way
Knowing some lessons we will never learn
Spent our time trying to survive
When in the end only one thing is true
All that I am saying
In the end it’s me and you
The Daily Post prompt I Can’t Stay Mad at You.
As I sit here and watch people walking by, it seems to me some of us spend our lives riding on the never-ending roller coaster of anger and regret. Like ballroom dancers, we move in circles…over and over again.
If we could turn back the hands of time, would we make the same mistakes? Could we choose a different path? Or should we leave it all behind? Our lives and our choices, every turn we take, opens up a new direction, a new adventure waiting on the horizon. We are bound to each other, from our past to our future.
Where to go when you reach a point of no return? Where to turn when in need of a helping hand? Why do we try to climb walls and forget to knock at the doors? Why do we choke on regrets, when all we have to do is forgive? It is a heavy burden to carry around, trying to remember every single wrong thing we encountered along the way.
They say only fools forgive and forget. I say, only a free soul can do that. If we forgive, that doesn’t make us weak. If we forget, that doesn’t make us fools. We learn life lessons and we move on. And if we are wronged again by someone new, which is bound to happen, it is not because we are fools, but because we didn’t lose our hope for goodness and kindness.
And if that is the price of my humanity, I wholeheartedly accept it. There is too much beauty in this world, to waste the time that is given to us.
The Mission / How Great Thou Art – ThePianoGuys
“Recognize that the very molecules that make up your body, the atoms that construct the molecules, are traceable to the crucibles that were once the centers of high mass stars that exploded their chemically rich guts into the galaxy, enriching pristine gas clouds with the chemistry of life. So that we are all connected to each other biologically, to the earth chemically and to the rest of the universe atomically. That’s kinda cool! That makes me smile and I actually feel quite large at the end of that. It’s not that we are better than the universe, we are part of the universe. We are in the universe and the universe is in us.”
– Neil deGrasse Tyson
I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking.
The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
“In the Valley of the Shadow”, Parade, 10 March 1996