"L'Homme se decouvre quand il se mesure avec l'obstacle" That is a phrase that gives a focus in Saint-Exupery's philosophical novel, Terre des Hommes. The worth of a human person is evident before adversity, trying times come with every breath we take, moments one fancies the simple exercise, natural as it were, of breathing comparable to a tedious monotony that marks our daily life. It could be tiring sometimes doing the same old repeated gestures that accompany our being human. One of the greatest pain of the human being is that of just being human, of living his /her destiny, of receiving his/her call in this vulnerable mortal body.
When I came home from work I was weaned like a child, every energy ebbing out. All i wanted to do was lie down and sleep. I could think of nothing, hope for nothing. The only resolved course that stirred my being was that of just quitting.
Listless moments could be so dreadful.
I fancied there are great souls that have known such moments and such also could be moments of great creativity and meaningful work because such a work flows from the deep essential source of him/her, from his/her vulnerable fragility, from that part of him that is most sacred, that part that defines him/her, that part that is most delicate and short-lived: his /her suffering, his/her yearning for light. As I write this, the celebrated words of a poet come to my mind, I can't say who he is, but I read this a long time ago: "Somtimes I am up, sometimes I am down, sometimes I am almost to the grown." Success could be a great temptation that it clouds our vision of the reality of who we are. We swing up with its wave, the fall may be deafening and catastrophic. But I have to learn the deep truth that louring hours sharpen our vision... pain makes us grow, it awakens the human in us.
Listless moments could be so dreadful.
I fancied there are great souls that have known such moments and such also could be moments of great creativity and meaningful work because such a work flows from the deep essential source of him/her, from his/her vulnerable fragility, from that part of him that is most sacred, that part that defines him/her, that part that is most delicate and short-lived: his /her suffering, his/her yearning for light. As I write this, the celebrated words of a poet come to my mind, I can't say who he is, but I read this a long time ago: "Somtimes I am up, sometimes I am down, sometimes I am almost to the grown." Success could be a great temptation that it clouds our vision of the reality of who we are. We swing up with its wave, the fall may be deafening and catastrophic. But I have to learn the deep truth that louring hours sharpen our vision... pain makes us grow, it awakens the human in us.
I continue the draft of another chapter... my mind in the maze. At the moment I was almost giving it up, when I was almost abandoning it and returning to the shadowy gloom of my lethargy, I heard the lyrics of the song of Josh Gobran, "Don't Give Up" reaching me like some prophecy... "Don't give up, because you are loved". So like a stoic I hung unto them. I know I can't just give up because I have known love, because I know love, because I will always know love. That love, even though imperfect as it maybe, offered freely by another human becomes a seed that needs to be nourished, catered for and brought to fruition. Its growth may be painful. Its seasons lour, but it is always there, calling us to achieve things for a generation that we shall never know. It is always there drawing us like an invisible thread to humanity. I won't give up, as long as there is life flowing through my veins, as long as there is that memory of those unknown faces that wait to hear a word of comfort, I won't give up. I wont give up. I wont just give up, because love is its own creation... It never dies! And I am loved.
2 comments:
Hi Rom, i have just visited your blog and started to read "Don't Give Up". It is speaking to me sooooo loudly, it seems you wrote it for me. You don't know what good it has done reading it. I needed such words badly. thanks again. Pasky
Hahaha. I feel so happy that things written in an offhand way could resonate in the hearts of others. Thanks a lot again Pasky. Keep the world rocking.
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