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I stare out my window;
watching water drizzle down from the grey sky above. It is an ordinary day with a new date and new things that will happen with the usual. As the water falls, it reminds me about the cycle it makes; as we learnt in school. Cycles seem to be a common thing in this existence; things come and go. I circulate the concept through my mind; how this phenomenon applies all over. We cycle in and out of this life, maybe cycle through more than we know; maybe not. There is truly a time for everything, time to laugh and cry; birth and death. This physical existence is cyclic; while the spiritual is continuous I think. At times the rain falls harder and then softer to calm the soul; sunshine will come soon. Though it is day and time to work; soon, the dark of night will bring rest upon my soul. Know I am loved and loved by many and most I know; I remember being alone. The time will come when I am old and gray; I hope I won’t be alone then. As water falls, I imagine the life it brings, young seeds springing out to shade my kids. The earth that is slippery now, will be sturdy tomorrow; enough for games to be played. The activities of this life are a little slippery too; steady footing needed to pass through. Life is a cycle it seems of things good, bad, pleasant and then… not. It is an ordinary day and I expect new things to come; old things to pass away or remain. To some I will say hello, while to others I might have to say goodbye. These cycles of life are a constant; something we better learn to accept. For now, I enjoy the rain that is falling; but I know it will come to an end. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |