It Is What It Is

Though the music never ceased, it turned melancholy. 

It brought back memories of what is and what cannot be.  

She chased after it, as if it could come back. 

Yet, what's lost is lost.

It cannot return.

But to her, there was no such thing.

She ran and ran until her legs gave.

A moment ago, it was within her grasp.

Now, it was nothing but a distant blur.

Down the rabbit hole she plunged.

There was no one to catch her,

no soft-padding to break her fall.

Hard, she crumpled onto the concrete ground.

Must she admit her defeat?

Ought she to turn away and go down the other path?

There were questions with no answers,

a maze without an exit.

She knelt on the floor, as tears streaked down her cheeks...

*******

I usually write poems that end on a positive note. But today, I decided to leave it open, the way that life behaves at times. There are things that can't change, no matter how much you yearn with your heart. And sometimes, it gets to the point where it consumes you, taking away your inspiration and adding anxiety to your already downtrodden life. I remember preaching a few years back and saying that the end of ourselves is the beginning of God; I was so certain that when you get over it once, you'll be okay the next time. But as the more I've seen and been through, the more I realise that it's ever-changing. The beginning of God looks different every single time - but it often involves forgetting about yourself, your desires, your dreams - pretty much everything that has 'you' in it. The thing is, what's lost cannot return. We don't have magical powers to manipulate reality, though many of us wish we could (such as doing an obliviate spell like Hermione did to protect her parents or something along that line.) That would be totally cool, right? Sadly, it doesn't quite work that way - a wave of a wand doesn't change anything. (Well, it may change people's opinion of you. Perhaps, solidifying the fact that you might be a lunatic 😜.)

What I'm trying to say is that life is filled with colours. Some are bright, some are dark - but it's all of them together that compose a beautiful artwork, which is you. Then, it's not about you - yes, you read right. It's not about you. There's no doubt that you are a masterpiece, but it is not to showcase you. It is to showcase that there is a God, who moulds and shapes you to become you. And there is no one more you than you becoming the ultimate you. And in all, you bring glory to the One, who created the most delicate things in the world, like butterflies and flower petals. So, at the end of the day, it isn't all about you (or 'us', should I say), it is about God. If you find this hard to understand, that's okay, because I find it hard to understand, too. But that's just what it is; life is a journey - we're learning and exploring every day. Some days, it may seem like this tunnel only gets darker and there is no light at it end of it, especially when you know there is no changing to the reality but only facing it. Other days, it feels like there is this brighter tomorrow. Whatever day it is, take a moment and breathe. Find something simpler than our complicated lives, like trees, flowers, the sky and stars - marvel at their magnificence. And in His creation, we may just 'cast a magic spell' and feel safe and not alone again.