You are tired of it, aren’t you? You find yourself arguing again. You feel anger rising up in you. You realize there’s no use in trying to explain your position and decide to stop the conversation.
To love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs, when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about right?
Faith cannot be justified by reasons nor can be explained by proof. Sometimes, it won’t even make sense. It is believing the unseen and trusting the unknown beyond the horizons yet within the reach. Bringing peace to your soul and meaning to your existence. It is what the heart knows and understands but the mind fails to comprehend.
Until then love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you, are far away and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast. Be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind, be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again. Love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust. and don’t expect any understanding from anyone about your journey or life but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.