We are a race of small miracles. We forget that a lot. And it's because we dream of something or we love someone. By rushing headfirst, along the way burning the energy of our youth, capitalizing on the wisdom of our maturity, we learn to define our journeys from milestone to milestone, picking up meaning and fulfillment along the way, and somehow redefining, with every step, the destination. As time inevitably slips away, that is all we live for.
But we owe ourselves those empty moments: when we walk alone in the darkness, heading somewhere familiar, wondering what it all means. When we let the overwhelming lack of meaning in the world raise it's head and hiss, "Howdy?" It's all random in the end. I learned that.
Life is arbitrary, and it's also unapologetic about it. The sooner you realize this, the sooner you'll see that anything goes, really. You could really be all you want to be. Simply because, there is no other better option, everything else is pointless. There's no room for drama, for excuses. I believe we're all roaming around in a kind of maze of our own creation. We box ourselves in with where we should go, what we should do, and who we should be. It gets tiring. What matters then is what you want--and if you got there.
Pursuits are temporary enough. We dream. We love. We decide. We change our minds. As they say, everything in life is only for now. We survive by being transitory.
But don't despair. 'Til then, you'll happen upon bits and grains of happiness. It might be as simple as an unexpected lunch on a warm Sunday afternoon, or a midnight stroll along puddles and the whisper of rain, or that warm feeling whenever you join the laugh of close friends. There is a small, inconsequential beauty that pervades across all things. And though it too is random, I choose to experience it as fate.
A gentle cue to pick something out of the multitude of possibilities in my life and go for it. A signal to dive in. To hope. Just go ahead and find your answer. And if we don't get there, we'd at least have the satisfaction of knowing we died trying.
Just keep moving. And keep your eye on those small miracles.
gelangenie said: drama, for excuses
ReplyDeleteDrama.Excuses!Indifferent much? =pTrue though, sometimes it's the small miracles that pull us through the driest of times.. Like a lone rest stop in the middle of a long empty road, insignificant, but for those who are on their last bladder - a lifesaver! Course after doing your business you notice how grimy, unkempt and unhygienic the facility is but at that moment, its what you needed and nothing else mattered. Keep looking out indeed!Good writing as always!
fapri said: Like a lone rest stop in the middle of a long empty road
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of stopovers. Aren't you due for a local one this year? And when I say local, I mean there are jeepneys involved. :D