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How
grateful I am of my existence. I have come to understand that life is a prospect to discover and grasp; and that the fundamentals of life are best appreciated when introduced to life’s conditions. Despite my youth, I have observed the most awesome things: There was the birth of a child, a couple in love and a woman, treasuring the love of a spouse well beyond the expiration of his life. Most tremendous of all; a person understanding a “why” I’ve laid eyes on the manner colours toy across the horizon and every so often; bop in the rain. I have observed how obvious everything seems, on a dull and grey day. I have been amongst many people, just to find, that tranquility was confined in being content with oneself. I‘ve seen loneliness cage one amongst a crowd and recognize how awkward another’s gaze can make one feel. I have loved; and been loved more than once. I know now, love was fashioned to share; however it can only endure through one’s own strength of mind. I often found comfort in the black silence of the night and tolerated the noise of another’s life. So many confused; astray! As I dwindled into the lives of the problematic, I heard something familiar… a child saying grace. With an explosive jolt of emotion I gazed upon his plate and could hardly fight back my rage! For in his plate was a “delightful meal”: a slice of dry white bread. I recall a couple fighting, raging on and on, about who was right and who was wrong; all along behind the bedroom door a child was hiding, fearing for what may come. The day of next, they were smiling, whilst failing to grasp; why their kid was so timid. I threw my gaze upon this globe and disgusted myself with its state! The chaos and crime of its people and her slow decaying death; parents neglecting children and the filth of man’s aberration. All along I saw people, for who they really were, confused and without the knowledge that they can achieve success. They appear so barbaric and so crude, but with refinement they can truly be; victorious in all they do, with intent to achieve the good. I see them all, captive by their data, good honest and pure in their intent. I love this people, but resent their state. I hunger to set them free from this muddled belief. I shift my eye, to a place of serenity. I focus on the one little thing, where I can still make a change. I gaze upon my child and realize that it is not all gone. In this game, I expect some rules to apply. I can foresee some playing dirty, bending the rules there way. I have to trust that it requires strategy and know that it is there that I will gain. There might be a tomorrow. There might be next year. As long as there is that, I stand a fighting chance. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |