I,

Fallen out of grace

I, am a figment

On the path of time

With no shadow, ahead or behind.

Why don’t you despise me?

Send me to axile

Let me hide

Oh, the lights are too bright

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Why invest in faith?

Is human life easier to live in the absence of faith, in the absence of fear of a Divine judgment, the resurrection? Yes, it surely is.

To live in the moment. To face the storms and aftermath as they pass through life with no fear of reverberation.

Then why, to think of it, has faith survived in one’s life?

There comes certain times when the world appears to halt. When the sounds of life no longer stir your hearing, and your life appears to be suspended in a timeless dimension.

It becomes harder to figure out the significance of the moment just by looking at it.

Its like you hear silence and watch space, and want your mind to draw worth out of nothingness. How?

So you need a bigger picture. An epilogue to understand the point of grief.

Is life fair?

No.

Can you figure out algorithms to get through life?

On most days you can, but days like these, simple substantial derivations are not enough to propel you forward.

You need a belief in the Divine. A belief that this is not the ultimate end. That this day is but an insignificant hitch in an otherwise magnificent story. And that the logical thing to do is walk forwards, despite the urge of remaining suspended. Because the story ends with the Creator, not the character.

This is why faith survives.

This is why you need to cultivate faith on good days so you can harvest the produce in hostile ones.

So you have a cradle to lay low.

So on this day, you lie down under the shade of your belief and listen to the breeze.

 

Guidance will come.

 

 

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Survivor

Are you a survivor?

What do we have in common? We both know that this time again, your heart will not stop.

Yes you will sink a little deeper than the last time, and the splatter will be seen till a little farther than your last time, but you will ultimately rebound.

We will endure.

You will endure.

Is it always like this? Your biggest strength is your greatest trial, I don’t know. But the statistics of your and my life suggest so.

It is either our mind, or heart. What puts us in a dilemma all the time. I’m not quite sure which one it is because ultimately both survive.

Yes that shattered, bandaged heart of yours is a survivor. It has not lost, it has collected itself, always. Which is why it has happened again. Which is why life found another way to shatter it. Think about it. Why would life waste its energy on a lost target?

Measure your strength by the magnitude of your trial.

Maybe there is no reward. Maybe thats all there is to it. This is how we will end.

It was all still worth it.