Abstract people. Have you met them? Do you recognize them? Do they ever bother you? Do you understand them?
Understanding them is like viewing a painting. Your interpretation is limited to your understanding. Your understanding is limited to your truth.
Looking at the painting, how could you refute the visible signs of the brush if you’re only seeing the canvas? And how can you accept the beauty of its diverse colors if you hate to walk in shades of gray and live your life only in black and white?
And what is your truth? Is the sun your truth or the moon on a dark night? Is it the rainbow after the storm or the pot of gold after the rainbow? Is your truth your refuge when life is a curse or it becomes your oath when life is a gift?
Abstract people. Most of the time, you don’t understand them. Sometimes, you are one of them.
Why is February a Love Month? I don’t know the answer. One thing i know is I love to share something about love through poetry……..Since February is make love, oops, i mean made up of 8 letters, let me share you 8 Love Poems/Musing.
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Life is like a boat ride. It comes in different boats and vessels. Huge or small, in whatever shape or form.
It may come in golden moments just like that cruise on a beautiful sunset. Memorable moments with screams and laughters just like that unforgettable banana boat ride.
Sometimes it scares you when you feel all alone in that small canoe, in the middle of the vast ocean when storm is brewing and wave’s flashing.
There are times it gives you thrills as you reach your peak while you do that white water rafting, not alone but with a team who took risks, just like family sticking with you come hell or high water.
And no matter how big or small the boat you’re riding, and how calm the weather is, you still feel that bouncy bumpy moment, making you wonder why the ride is not smooth sailing when everything seems right.
Sometimes, even if you knew that it’s not a one dimensional journey when you thread on that deep unpredictable water, you still hop in because the boat is coming.
No amount of nausea inducing ride can stop you from trying the ride. Deep inside, you believe you can always adjust the sails because you are the captain.
And if sometimes life makes you feel you’re just a passenger, you still hold on to that rail. Clutching your bag of prayers, hoping that the captain will steer it right, believing that nothing is really hopeless.
No time to stand, wait and hope that another boat is coming. You jump, dive in and swim with faith as your life vest and hope as your anchor.
It doesn’t really matter this time if you know how to swim. What matters is you know how to find your way. This time you knew that when the sea gets rough, you don’t look at the water swirling around you. It will only make you feel worse and scare you more.
Just look at the horizon far away. It’s the only stable thing when the ride is bumpy. And that horizon will make you hold on because you deserve to be there.
And you will thank yourself for trying the boat ride. Because now you know the answer.
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