Dec 14, 2008
Bad dream did not mean a bad day in general as I woke up smiling and active this morning. started with washing the dishes when my dad passed by the kitchen to tell me that it was raining outside with a shocked and worry look upon his face. I smiled because nothing makes me happy like starting the day with Rain!
Turned on the music to sing with the same tune as that happy rain, and did some silly dances that made my sister wake up and laugh. helped my Mom and Dad with crosswords while dressing up to go to work.
Driving under the rain with Elissa’s soft songs playing is the next best thing (not mentioning the real best heh)
What I respect most is the streets sweepers, I saw them sweeping between the roads under the rain and that was really touching to see in the morning.
Start of week, high spirit (to some point) and work began! how i wish i was somewhere else! yes, there.
Flowing with the high spirit, Decided to make a big step in my life, on one of the levels and definitely not the one on your mind 😉 Funny! ha! Will see what happens but looks like a failure until now.
Why one has this courage to do something that is for sure will fail but still trying and ensuring self that it will succeed but at the same time, we know deep inside and keep having that second voice of “you’re wasting time, it will fail anyhow” Can we just skip this voice or play deaf? or is it the fear nothing more. which, sometimes, helps to improve. Just like Pain! It washes the heart and rebirths the soul to be stronger, wiser and more mature.
Who spoke about Pain better than Khalil Jibran when he said; “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.”
He also said; “It’s the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility; 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.”
Pain is just another season that will pass by and should visit again some time. its like a necessary medicine to cure the unseen (sometimes) sick heart and strengthen the mind and soul. It is bitter but sweet, hard but tender, unwanted but needed. and so is the Rain, seasonal but brings joy and warm to my heart and mind. touches me deep and I love it still.
Love your pain for what green season it will bring afterward, that would not show up without the existence of some sweet drops of Rain.
And I love you just the same 🙂