HOPE

I am looking up in this dark night and there isn’t even a single star or moon or bright galaxy to chase away the darkness; I am looking down this shiny day and there isn’t any light reflecting the atoms on the ground.

I may be high on high hopes, but this is all I got and all a humble human being needs. I am contemplating the hope of self reliance and the hope of having faith in ones own self; the hope that enriches and strengthens the bond between the inner body-parts. Hope propels the brain and informs the physical-body to do the same, but hope is best only when its mixed with a proportion of constructive actions.

I seem to dominate the conversation when I am alone; and listen with love when I am with others. Perhaps I can enchant them with my God given good words, but they are a few and that most of the time and space I am drunk on deep thinking – not knowing anything about the next course.

I ask what is the matter with this matter?… Only to hear the echoes of the non-living atoms around me. Atoms that seem to have a good grasp on my short-living great anguish. The atoms are the only creation that never asks, rather they weep with me quietly when I am in need most.

But every tree has four seasons – and perhaps all, except He, have this in common – and this is one of them, one of mine to be more specific. My tree is waiting the season when it can flourish forth freely with life. So the day will come for my tree and will come for yours, too. Because Summer comes afterwords of Winter and Prosperity comes afterwords of Adversity.

I am aware, one will someday be bestowed upon endearing oddities, only if patience can last him or her longer than his or her trials and tribulations. For tragedy is only there to test and not punish, and yet bring the best out of humanity.

My hope knows that calamities can be driven away with hope and complementary acts of special aptitude combined with patience and continues work.