Growing, blossoming, making its way unto this world
Worrying about being accepted and appreciated
Hoping to find its own place, make its own space,
A beauty as delicate as the raindrops
That will wither from the impurities of air
Grow little blossom, grow, and see the light of the day
Shine upon the beauty of your soul.
Letting the colors loose,
Allowing each line through,
Let the water flow
And each paint blend.
Can’t do much with my racing thoughts
Nagging me much about my own flaws,
So I’ll just pick up the brush,
Even if my mind and heart’s restricted,
I’ll let my hands break free.
Reaching out as far as I could go
To a place only my mind can reach…
I stopped, yes, I rested for a bit
But on and on I will go…
Never giving up.
Always starting once again.
There might be a lot of frustrations
From halted plans and miscalculations.
But it is all better than regret
And giving up with a fret.
The world may laugh at my pace.
And scorn when I try to find my place.
But this battle I will always pursue.
I may rest but still I will continue.
Until the thing of my imagination
Is something near its realization.
Dancing along the colors of time,
Experiencing and witnessing the great sublime…
We have the capacity to be the heroes of our time,
Where in greatness will be our only crime.
Dance gracefully with the life that we received,
Regardless of whatever disposition we might currently be.
Whatever we seek that’s what we shall find,
So let it be beautiful, colorful and grand.
Behind the tree I ponder on things,
About life, love, anything and everything.
Things didn’t go as fast as I wanted,
Stuffs didn’t finish as soon as I planned.
So I thought, “Is this really worth it?”
Failure, lots of failure, “Am I fit to be it?”
And then I felt the hard wood on my back.
As if the tree is trying to mock.
In defense I thought “Ha, don’t you laugh!
Your leaves fall through the blow of the wind,
Just like how I fall on problems I try to solve.
And you, fast? Don’t make me laugh!
It takes years and years for you to be fully grown,
Just like how slow it takes to reach my goal.
But strong…oh yes, we go stronger in every fall.”
It’s then I realize that it’s alright –
Not to be as fast as others,
Not to be perfect in just one trial,
To fail and learn one stumble at a time.
If it takes years to complete a fruit bearing tree,
It wouldn’t hurt if it takes years for me to get my dream.
I may be slow, but I’ll be as strong as a tree.
The Road Goes Ever On
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Everything happens for a reason. And yeah, that phrase is too cliche. And even though it is overused, it is still difficult for most of us to connect everything that is happening to us whether it is good or bad. There are endless “why’s” floating at the back of our mind that goes unanswered for long periods of time. But eventually, things fall into its proper place. With all the confusions of whatever form that we encounter in our lives, all we need is patience, perseverance and hope that things will go for the best as long as we’re giving what we can to make everything great. 🙂
Have a great day!
There’s just too much noise, chatter and confusion…
Sometimes our thoughts are louder than our surroundings.
Our eyes filter the world according to what our mind perceives.
Whether it’s fear or courage, sadness or joy, it’s for us to decide.
The key to our own mind and heart is in our hands.
Take charge. Drive your life. Find peace.