When pieces of life’s puzzle don’t add up, it can completely throw us into a whirlpool of confusion and doubt. All that we thought we knew shrivels up and doubt hardens the remains into unrecognizable pulp. So how else do we complete the puzzle? Share your load perhaps, as the more eyes and minds at work the better picture created of what is missing and what is there.
People deal with their problems differently, they handle situations differently, the respond differently. It’s what makes us who we are, and what we become. Life shapes us with experience, whilst decision and responsibility chisel away slowly at our childhood selves, revealing an older and seemingly wiser person that although may be just as lost and scared of the world as that child that was hidden within, is now more capable of seeing life in a new light and even change it, given the knowledge we’ve acquired. The good, the bad and the things that make absolute no sense. A lot of us looked forward to growing up, yearning freedom and opportunity. Yet now, when the time has come, we would give anything to stay a kid, where the world revolved around what was on Cheese TV, where you worried about nothing except who was ‘it’ during recess games of tag, where you could so easily forgive and forget and when such simplistic things could make you smile all day. But time is fleeting yet eternal. Things change, people move on, life continues. Nothing lasts as much as we hope it will. However, life is how you perceive it. It is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you deal with it.
The sight of a sunset can still calm you, the sounds of laughter, a smile from a stranger; they can all still make you smile. Life doesn’t lose its magic as we leave our childhood fantasies, it is merely hidden and shrouded in .TRUE magic needs to be searched and treasured when found, but needs to be let go when required. Never think that life is not miraculous. Sometimes it just needs a little bit of wonder, a little bit of hope, a little bit of speculation, a little bit of yearning and effort to find it. But once you have, it can restore your faith in this reality of the real ‘adult’ world. In time, we may even be able to find such magic moments as easily as we do texting a friend, or daydreaming during a lecture.
Given so much to grasp and grapple with at our age, for it’s a time when we try so desperately to hold onto our past whilst being thrust into our future, it’s no wonder many of us live in a state of confusion. But slowly, and surely, with more pieces of the puzzle we find, the complexity of life emerges and although we cannot go back, something (is it a sense of responsibility? Curiosity? Awe?) drives us to continue this never ending enigma.
Maybe finishing the puzzle isn’t the point, since we all know that sometimes the more pieces we find, the more gaps emerge. Maybe, we try so hard to not only hold onto the hope of finally seeing the finished product and finding some sense, but to learn how fit the pieces together.
Pain and time swirl together within me in a whirlpool of emotion. The world is silent but all I can hear is weeping. Hearts breaking.
What do you do when something precious is taken away from you so suddenly? I don’t know. I wish I did. Then maybe, just maybe, I could heal these wounds of mine, and the wounds of those I love so much. But sometimes in darkness, even love loses its warmth. In darkness pain is all that exists. Tears are the waters of life. Questions lie undisturbed. Answers are a mere concept.
Lost. Confused. What to do, what to think. I am numb, yet I feel everything, every twitch, every tear that falls to my feet. Every other sounds are muted, expect for the sound of gentle splashes against oaken floors. I do not even bother wiping them away. All this suffering merely means that what I lost meant something to me. Something special. I’ve counselled many, offered my shoulder and advice, but now that I’m on the receiving end, I seem to have trouble accepting my own words. I can feel them caught up in my throat, but I push on.
What do I do? What can I do, but wait for this pain to go away, and the memories to replace them. The sun is now rising, but I cannot see its light, nor feel its warmth. For now my only hope is for these tears to run out, for the weeping in the next room to quieten, for the hurt to numb into nothing, for something,
Maybe the pain is just here to represent the value of this gift that I once had but now slipped away. I cry because of what I’ve lost, and I ache because I remember what I had.
Time is trickling through into oblivion, each second, each moment slipping away. Sometimes we realize it. Other times we don’t. Time is what defines us. Without it, we cease to exist, and we cease to matter. Time, or lack thereof, is what defines life and death, it defines what we prioritize and defines how we act to influence others and the world. Time is uncontrollable yet the things we do in the time we are given is completely up to us, the individual. Sometimes it takes a loss to realize that.
I can feel and see rays peeking out from behind the parting clouds, lighting up the sky once more as the world descents into dusk. I sense you smiling back down at us. I can picture it now; the stars are the twinkle in your eye when you laughed. The echo of a laugh I will never hear again, but a smile that will be forever etched in my heart mind and soul.
Dear the “best person on earth” :P haha ur wish is my command :P JKS! Nah, I’ve been meaning to update, but as life would have it, things get in the way, and time slips through your fingers. Sometimes, you don’t get what you plan to do done; sometimes, what you expect is not what you actually end up with. Ah the mysterious of life, so do we plan for life or not? You know that feeling, when you have it all planned out in your head, what you’re going to say, what you’re next move is going to be, but then, in the end, it turns out completely different from what’s imagined. So the point of planning? To silence our conscience? To grasp onto that tiny little hope that things might turn out the way you want? There comes a time in life where one has to make a decision. Not easy, but as inevitable as the hands of time ticking. But being so inexperienced, since most have not yet ventured into society, seen the world in all its beauty and/or viciousness, we don’t know what to expect. Well, I don’t anyway. What is to say that I will be happy in the future about my choices that I make now? What is to say I will even make the right choice? such unbounded number of choices can ironically limit us, or unleash our limitless growth depending on how we view and approach them - as an obstacle or challenge. For those who view this sea of decisions and choices, as a body of ravenous waters of crashing waves that could consume you with its sheer weight, you’re half right. But despite the dauntingly murky waters, it can be transformed into a dazzling aquamarine jewel reflecting a world of possibilities and brimming with life. I watch the rain pattering outside, the grey mist hovering across the land, cloaking its strangely mystical sense of serenity as it quenches the thirst of those billowing trees or delicate flowers who reach for it. From the seemingly grey nothingness, comes life. Comes growth. Behind every nothing, there is something if we care to look. Behind every curtain is a scene that’s part of the greatest play in your life. After every storm, comes a rainbow. After every star studded night, comes the promise and miracle of a sun rise. We may not have all the puzzle pieces; we may not have all the answers. But then again, when will we ever? Though what we do have and know is this:Life is ever changing; so know that the light that clears the murky waters will come like the rays of dawn after what may seem to be a never-ending night.
Que Cera, cera (a fav quote from someone :) Google it :)
Yes, yes, I know, life is a crooked road with many detours, all to an universal final destination.