Sunday’s Child
I woke up to the sound of children, cheering over the bright Sunday morning light. It is holiday. Wind breezes, birdie’s singing and there is the conventional calmness. The first step to your eyes, were always the ceiling.
It is no doubt your loving desire for wisdom has its limit. Especially the day before the Sunday. When you say goodbyes, recount the memories and learn the lessons... It was almost like writing an eulogy to yourself.
Keep moving on.
In life, people come, and people go... It is not in anyway an incident, but other than a regular occurrence over of our life. It is just expected that, for average 29.000 days of average human life, you should make it what matters. I’m sure most of us had already lived a chunk of it already.
So, for all of the precious memories, happy times and rejections. I must admit. Off course, it feels like I were hit by walls of bricks directly to my chest. Those things were carried to your subconscious mind and under your pillow easily.
It pictures how some things really matter to you… It really matters that you just can’t forget it in a flash, months or even years… They leave a mark in your heart forever. They build your years, they build your characters. They inspired you. Yes, it brings unimaginable sadness, but in a same time you know you just have to keep moving.
When you know what matters, you just want to give them the world. You want to see them keep going, going and going. It even means that you care for their happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be. And sometimes, it should be. As you know, you feel, you care and you understand their point.
If you can point the finger, it is to yourselves. We all really deserved it. Deserved for everything we have done.
Maybe that was the origin of people doing a pilgrimage…
I always have a plan Z to runaway to the peak of the world to find calmness and meaning, if all else fails. If not, looking up under the skies surely help me too. Feeling small, insignificant, but fascinated by atomic and the laws of universe. Being alone is just as beautiful as being into fame.
You don’t want money. You don’t want desires. You find your true meaning, the really fundamental motivation why you are still alive today.
Seeking forgiveness, and thank them for their existence and the aligning stars for you and them to meet at one point in life. Eventually, to say goodbye too.
It is memories. It builds you. It inspired you. You thank it.
It feels like Sunday when we are childhood all over again…
It will liberate us.
