Written on the surface of an Emerald

Life is never fair, but it's good.

It weaves its magic in queer ways, around our individual lives, weaving us all into one, but different. We may be travelling different journeys, but I am glad for the coincidences, and the lessons. Some of us will go further, others deeper, but I know that in the end, we would all be complete. Else, it's not the end.

I have no idea where this sudden surge of optimism came from, but I am going to enjoy it while it lasts and possibly sustain it. Somewhere in my desperation and desolation, I felt it all rush in. I realised that if I can view all of it as necessity, as part of a whole, it would all make sense. It's probably necessary that I get hit by something over and over again, and that I can feel the rawness of it all continuously. Because it'd make me stronger. Because it'd make me appreciate the little things in life, and push me to live it to the fullest. Because it'd remind me that life still holds me in its hands, still cares enough about me to mould me into a better person - showing me time and again that I am still loved.

"Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm"
-Blaise Pascal

Love is the best thing there is. Or maybe, the only thing there is. It's in its name that that I can still be determined enough to rise out of every difficulty I face, and rise out of it wiser and stronger; that I can look forward to new beginnings and meetings, without the sourness of the past. And it's because of that that I can always believe in myself and others, and accept everyone as they are.

I am grateful to be surrounded by people I admire, for different things, who I aspire to be like one day. I feel blessed to be with those I want to live for, to achieve for, and would do anything for. I am thankful for all those different types of people I have met so far, be it for a reason, for a season or for a lifetime. Because each meeting in its profundity, has inextricably altered a part of me. However little that part may be, I am perpetually changed.

I haven't the slightest clue how the future is going to be, and frankly I don't want to think about it too much. It takes the colour out of today, to forever be wondering about the hues of tomorrow. I would rather just live, wish, and strive for today. After all, life only consists of this moment in time that you are currently in. As long as I can sustain my will, tomorrow will be good and well. As they say, if you have the will to want and work for something bad enough, all the universe will conspire in helping you achieve it.

"To see the world in a grain of sand,
and heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in a hour"
-William Blake