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Saturday, July 08, 2006
Life is a eucatastrophe.
For oft when we find ourselves submerged in depths of darkness and despair, of which we cannot even see the shadow of the light that shines above us; when we are at the very last of our wit's end, we find ourselves grasping on fearfully to that shred of hope and that is all that keeps us alive.
We may feel completely drowned in the darkness, in the sorrow, in the pain, the anguish, the fear, the despair. But there is no denying the fact that we do not simply let go of the thread that spares us from our fate.
We cling on, without knowing or understanding why, to that thred of hope.
We cannot comprehend why, when we are in such levels of despair, our heart cannot stop believing, cannot stop hoping, cannot stop our faith.
Some madness, we belive, has overcome us, and we can't help but hope.
What is it that keeps us going? The insane thought that we would one day crawl out of this abyss, battered and bruised, broken and chained, but yet feel the cool breeze cooling your aching body, and feel the gentle rays of the sun twinkle and dance in your eyes?
Or the good times that we had before, and hope to have again?
Life is not, I realise, about being happy all the time. That is just impossible. Even the happiest man in the world must have some moments of sadness; of grief. If we were to set an aim like that, all of our lives would be but an utter failure, the shadow of which is blood stained and matted with grime.
No, life is about the simple, single happy times that lift you up.
When you stand, at the top of a mountain, and stare down at the wonderous world that God created. You can see a shining spots of light that are sprinkled here and there in the sky. Down below a valley of inconcievable depth greats you and delights you with its mystery.
When you tube down a 300m slope, dizzy and exhilirated, spin on some insane ride, and run, laughing and yelling all the way, with your friends, home. Just when you think that life could not be any better, you witness, up close and personal, a spparkle of fireworks that crackle and sing along with you.
When you stand with your friends in school, in the classroom, at Orchard road, atyour house. And you can feel the laughter and joy reverbrating through yourself and the joy and love that radiates from every raptured face.
When you paddle about in a quarry now filled with water 30m deep, splashing your friends with the fresh water.
When you blast the music, and stand in the open and dance -- by yourself, with your friends, with your family.
Even the simple things, like when you watch an incredible movie, and you step out with your friends, stunned and touched.
When you laugh.
Sing.
Play.
Pray.
Throw off every cover of maturity and puberty and act like a five-year-old.
Make someone smile.
Love.
Stand together in a circle and dance.
That's hope.
[ T-ray* ] blogged @ 7:39 AM
