Today is sometimes a very ironic day for me.
Life is surely bittersweet.
There's the sweet memories, but also the emptiness, that I have today.
Is heaven and it's perfection a fleeting concept?
We dream of it, and we hope for it. The promise that it would be delivered but wondering why it cannot be delivered first.
So many promises, but all waiting to be fulfilled.
Sometimes, you know, we humans cling on to hope so tightly.
We feel it's all we have.
Like a little life buoy in the open ocean.
Floating, swimming, but not seeing respite.
The sharks circles and the waves lap
Your lips parched
But the rainbows and the sunshine give you warmth
Before the coldness of the ocean strikes deep when the darkness comes.
And we continue to cling on.
Until we let go. And it all ends.
But our instinct tells us to cling on to hope.
Even if that hope is a futile one.
What hope are we clinging on to today?
We always hope our careers will end well.
Your boss might favour you.
Your company believes in your values.
And when hope fulfills itself, it's reason to Celebrate.
But some hope for tribulation and rapture.
Because they say that hope lasts forever.
And the hope of that hope, they cling on to.
Some people stop hoping.
Some people, maybe like me.
Not that we cling on to darkness
But maybe we are lost
Maybe just still stuck in the wilderness
Floating.
Maybe because we reached the thresholds of our own hope.
A dormant hope.
A burnt ember.
But maybe clinging on to that burnt ember is the greatest hope.
Not the life buoy. Not the boat.
Maybe that's reason to Celebrate.
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