A month haunted with dark dreams of worry and anguish. Views were veiled by curtains of uncertainty with giant spoonfuls of disappointment, sometimes anger. Inspirations were quelled, hopes extinguished. Life were confined within the four walls of work related stress. Objectivity crawled under a rock of hopelessness.
Once upon a morning with half state of consciousness, a visit to a fellow blogger managed to sweep all those angry blues under the carpet. As usual his rants of ambrosial looking food were interspersed by beautifully crafted writing of life and politics. Within the pages of his intelligently crafted articulations, there it was, a heartbreaking, compelling capture of a homeless individual sleeping under a bridge, snoring, his worldly possessions summed up in two big orange plastic bags. His earthly worries sung like a beautiful symphony that climaxes with his snore that rhythmically sync with the music that drifted out of his transistor radio.
It is odd how one seemed to justify the magnitude of one's problems, in that self proclaimed pitiful story we write ourselves, we tend to forget, amidst the tunnel vision of one's self indulged selfishness, there are individuals, family and even nations that are submerged in the quagmire of unfortunate events or confined within their country's borders of cruel dictatorship, famine and war.
Constantly although not enough, one needs to remind oneself, no matter how heavy the burden, how vexing a situation, one needs to, as they say, take a step back, view the big picture in panoramic aerial view. As Kahlil Gibran says 'Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self'.
PS.: The photo above is not the one described in these rants...
I love the Gibran quote. Great stuff, Jazz.
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