AT SOME POINT IN LIFE

At some point in life,

Why does the silence look colorful and the colorful noise look dull?

Why does the pleasant noise haunt and the painful silence delight?

Why do we want to-

Unsee the seen,

See the unseen,

Resee the seen,

Undo the done,

Do the undone,

Redo the done,

Unhear the heard,

Hear the unheard,

Rehear the heard,

Unfeel the felt,

Feel the unfelt,

Refeel the felt?

Why does everything and everyone drive us insane?

Why does the insanity seek clarity?

Why don't we find the solutions for our problems?

Why do the problems seem to be invincible?

Why don't we give ourselves the authority to make ourselves our priority?

Why do we let the thorns of our past prick us? Why do we stay on the same page? Not all the pages have the same characters and the same plot. Turning the page may give us a reason to smile again. It may bring us closer to something that is unbelievably beautiful. We may not find it now. It may come after turning a few or maybe a lot of pages. But, I'm sure it'll arrive. Don't lose hope! The world works on that mechanism. Build the courage to open your eyes to the sight of a new page.

Maybe the future's so bright that our eyes cannot adjust to that kind of light right now, but running away or staying on the same page is not an option.

Let the light enter your soul and heal your wounds. Don't bleed in darkness when the light has bring the thrombins.