Friday, February 19, 2010

the seasons

The heat is on again. And when it hit, I feel it right down the very marrows of my bones. It is the roughest period of year, at least to me. The pollution, then the air we breath reeling with loose particles of dust and viruses that make u cough before you are aware you are coughing. And when I wanna I complain, I remember the rainy period with the torrential rains that gets you tucked to your room. Hmmm...

Every season has its thrills and its curses. Every season has its vermin and gives an antidote to another season... just like the seasons of the soul.

The heat that beats on my naked flesh... the sweat poring, the sleepless hours. I gather them jealously remembering that age when I walked the barren cracks of the woodlands east of my little hamlet. Sunshine was a promise. Night was made to dream.

3 comments:

Rhy said...

tell me what you can say about this...
In life, we always search for answers because we want to prove ourselves that we made the right decision but truth is we can't. Things happen because it's bound to happen. That's the reason we forgive people who even though hurt us, we still love them even if they don't do it in return. We smile even if it's painful. At the end of the day the lesson we get are the answers to our decision...

ROMUALD DZEMO said...

Well, life in itself is a big enigma dear. We advance by answering to a series of questions until we discover that life itself was a very big question. The answer we may give to it might be the choice of a vocation. Even when we are sure we have chosen the right thing, something do always elude us.

... coz we are human!

Sometimes we find ourselves drifting off the path we have held for so long in our dreams. But believe me, life has its caprices and always turns us around where we could squarely fit. Sometimes it takes many years of searching. But those who write their names on the face of life never stop searching. That is what I have learned in these few years in the passing world.

Sheila Deeth said...

I liked reading this; nice musing leave me pondering. And makes me think of more than just the weather. Cool.

welcome to the WORLD OF HAVEN VALLEY

I am not a cut different from the ordinary human who walks the street. But in my journey, I strive to understand the music that surges from the wide worlds within every individual, that which makes him/her that fragile and sacred at the same time. I have found myself sometimes looking at someone farting with thumps-up as though goading him on to sanity. Seemingly meaningless things have been things that have communicated sense to me especially during louring hours. That is what this journal is. I offer these thoughts to the world with wonted pleasure and gratitude to all that awakens the human in me.

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