Friday, October 21, 2011

The Universe in Your Eyes

You told me a part of your story tonight, and it wasn't what I thought it would be. There was sorrow there, far deeper than I imagined, and suddenly, some past actions became better understood. I'm sorry for you, but glad of you; you're still here, after all.

Life gets better, doesn't it? Those dark moments are fleeting; seconds of terror in the spectrum of your lifetime, testing your limits. Look up, the sky is blue, and it's bright for you, for all of them; for all of us. We need to learn to see it.

But I'm glad you're here. You don't deserve to have disappeared - not while there is life in your eyes, not while universe appears in your iris.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Touching the Sky

Tiny pinpricks in the sky, so far, so small, so infinite. With shimmering colour, you paint the sky with beauty, the dead of the night no longer black, but bright. You watch over us in our gigantic playground, and we keep adding and taking away, creating, but destroying. If you could tell us what you thought, I wonder what you'd say. But you're so far removed, I don't think we would hear you anyway.

We are so small, compared to you; a minuscule dot on the face of the universe; an atom in an ocean. Is it any wonder that we try to break out beyond ourselves? When all seems so vast, the only comfort we have is reaching out to become one with that endless space; to touch something so far beyond us is the only thing we can think of to dull the pain of being so insignificant. We don't like feeling so mortal, so we shake the feeling off by trying to tackle the sky.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Bridge to the Future

The bridge might seem too great to cross, but every journey starts with a single step. Then one step turns into two, and two into a hundred, a hundred into a thousand, until the journey is done. That first one is always the hardest. And now you're on your way. You thought about where you ought to be and took the initiative to get there. It's not easy, it never is, but it is a goal, and a noble one, at that.

What do they see when their eyes stare at you? Do you think they see a failure? Or do you think they see someone who is determined to get to where they want to be, regardless of any difficulties in getting there? What you might feel is hidden by what they see in you; potential shines brighter than agony. It takes more than torture to break someone, and thus, it takes more than an obstacle to stop progress, especially your own.

The future might seem distant and improbable, but it creeps upon you, on second at a time, subtle and almost imperceptible, yet always looming. Sometimes it seems like a black cloud, with a lasso to tie you to eternal darkness; other times it is a beacon of light, guiding you to greatness. It can be anything for you, should you take the right paths. Nothing is ever permanent. Not even the journey.

The Feelings Which Came Again

I suppose you can never really outrun the feelings which have scarred your soul. They never truly disappear, they merely go into hibernation, reappearing when it is least convenient for you, in times of trouble and stress. And then you're back to where you started, wanting to crawl into a ball and cry yourself to sleep, because that feels like the only option you have.

Facing the world feels like the greatest challenge of them all, and it takes every last residue of willpower to hold your head high. All your strength is required to take the next step forward, all your courage is needed to complete the next action. And the next, and the next, and the next, until one day, you find yourself out of the challenge, looking back and wondering when it ended. And all that time, who noticed the struggle?

Wasn't it evident in your face? Couldn't they see it in your eyes, the way they shined with unshed tears? Wasn't it visible in the droop of your mouth? Did you hide it so well that no one could see? Or did nobody care to look?

It cuts you through the heart that those feelings of hopelessness could return and no one can see them in your face. Yet, you know, like the time before, you shall make it through. The depression wasn't strong enough to bring you down last time, nor will it be this time. Or any time again. You won't let it prevail.