Wrought with exhaustion, it appears to be a weary world we are living in. We are the weary ones however, caught in the dreams that have turned to foggy and broken sleep, waiting for the load to become even a little lighter, unaware of how to pause the rushing hours or slow our rushing hearts. How do you tread ahead faithfully when your days are cloaked in uncertainty? Do you delve into waiting daydreams, and for how long and how far can these take you away? Time always returns to entrap us, but we have to find ways to rise above it. Beneath shaky stars, let us sing, let us write, and let us find the courage to paint new skies. Isn’t that why we are here, to create something worthy out of the pain of existence? Sometimes, just waking up and breathing is the most difficult of endeavours, but strength means that you continue because you must.
Now that we are halfway through the week, let’s make the
effort to do more than just push through. Let’s be conscious of the gift of our
words and distribute them with heart rather than overanalyzing the best
phrasing, and try to attain the peace inside that we wish that could feel. Even
if the brokenness won’t leave you yet, you might start the thread that makes
all the difference in someone else’s mending.
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