Monday is all about Mending

After she is done reading the second chapter of a novel she was trying to finish, she decided to write some words while she figures out to text someone from the past. It is night. All you hear is the call of the silent darkness to rest. She imagine sitting on the river bank with her feet dangling in the cool stream. The light of the full moon reflects across the water. She tries to write, but the cold, melancholy and the thought of that someone distract her. Every now and then she reads a short paragraph of the novel. Books are always good refuge in uncomfortable times like that. She is overcomed by a somber mood after each page. She wishes she could write one story and could say one thing that would move her.

There is this girl who is going through heartaches I once had. We’ve been through the same – that is because we both fell in love with the same guy. Though I have completely gotten over with my first boyfriend already, I know she is still on her own battle. But there is one thing I am happy about today, the grudges between us, caused by irresponsible and stupid love, are now being mended.

Times like this, reminds me of the poem I have read perhaps a hundred times when I was still on the process of moving on..

Your pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder
at the daily miracles of your life, your pain
would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your
heart, even as you have always accepted
the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the
physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink
his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided
by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter
has moistened with His own sacred tears.
– Kahlil Gibran

I wanna watch a good romantic movie, sit beside Makee, and thank him for showing me what respect in true love is.

Published in: on March 9, 2009 at 3:50 am  Leave a Comment  

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