Tuesday, January 29, 2013

People like us...

In times of need when a city was in despair, there lived a group of people who took it upon themselves to rid the people of despair and menace. They fought, they bled and through a constant struggle the managed to give back to the people peace and hope which had long abandoned them. But when all was done, in the quietness of the night they fled. A small child saw them and asked why leave now? when you have rid us of the evil, now is the time to rejoice and relax. Their old leader looked at the child in a re assuring gaze and in a gentle yet deep tone replied ,
 "People like us, we are the glistening stars of the night. But when the darkness recedes and the first rays of dawn arrive, we move on. For another dark night needs illumination, another gaze in the darkness awaits us. Another lost traveler seeks his path in our guidance. We are warriors of an eternal battle, we battle darkness for no matter how fast light travels it always finds that darkness has arrived there before. Our work here is done but my child fear not when the shadows of darkness grow tall and you can see no more, we will return. Shining in the darkness to light your path. My child life is strange! It sometimes defies its own meaning and yet asks us to continue living, and so we live piercing the darkness bit by bit with moments where we all shine."
The eternal battle will never end, but it is time that our darkness is pierced once again by souls that shine. We await you, for the time to return has arrived. A silent, tearful gaze awaits you in the darkness!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Perfect Moment...

We are all guilty of waiting for the perfect moment to arrive. Yet our standards of perfection are so vague that countless moments pass us by unnoticed. A bit of effort and we may not get that perfect moment but what we will have is a beautiful moment. Perfection will always be too elusive and huge to be encompassed by a mere moment, unless an eye that truly sees gazes at that moment. We all wait and then one day we realize that to live, a continuum of beautiful moments may have sufficed. If we could have truly felt that continuum, we may well have felt perfection. But we are guilty of waiting!
And when enough moments have passed, we can wait no more. We want to but we cannot and then it ends without the bliss of having ever felt beauty or perfection. Yet we still wait for that perfect moment, yes we all still do...