Monday, May 24, 2010

Deep Thinking

Life.
It doesn't really make sense. The lines are blurred.  But each person has a story, a history and a future.  In a constant cycle of life and death, day and night, the changing seasons, it's nice to know that you aren't the only one with problems.
But it's a wonder we all last so long when the only constant thing in this world is change.  Things move on, and some things pass pass by, brief moments that can only be cherished for a second.
Are we given a gift or is it a curse?  Each person is given their own special talent which develops into their own special dreams.  But sometimes black and white turn to gray, and you can't see right and wrong because it's too broken.  The pieces stop fitting perfectly and you can only guess.  And the dreams fade out or change or finally become clear.
But sometimes people are too scared to complete their dreams and sometimes that chance is ripped out from underneath them.  And yet with all the pain of those who can't and those who are gone and those who never believe, there is something in the pain.
It's not a light in the darkness, or a shadow flickering on the edges of the mind, or even just a something, but it is a miracle.  It is a miracle that leads to other miracles.  This miracle is something we all have even if we don't realize it.
It is the miracle of hope.  When life grows unbearable, it is time to sing and believe.  Hope with all your heart and let yourself believe, even if you can only do it for an instant, that maybe there's something better out there waiting for you.
Something that can only be described as a miracle.
There is beauty in this world, beauty that is beyond naming.  Look around you.  What do you see? Life.  For even in the darkest of winters, things are still moving on, plowing on.  Life will continue on, moving on.  It is a cycle of life and death, of day and night, of tomorrow and yesterday, of seasons on and on, always changing, ever flowing.
But there is a miracle within the pain that clouds the mind and blindfolds your eyes.  Hope is a guide when you think you don't need it and don't want it.  And that hope leads to something even better.
Your family is not decided by the blood you have in your veins.  Friends are a choice made with your heart.  And within your heart, there is something that can overcome all obstacles.
Love.

1 comment:

  1. Rachel, did you write this? This is ridiculously fantastic.

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