Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Moments of hope

I was lazily cycling one dry, gloomy evening on an empty road, through a village that touched the sea, some time in September. I was feeling low and hopeless after trying to solve matters at home for the umpteenth time and the dull weather that evening didn't help.

I paused for a while to gather myself and like someone had turned on the switch, a wave of refreshing breeze brushed across me. I looked up and noticed the clouds giving way for the sun over the horizon. It's tender gaze getting my attention. This time it was so charmingly radiant and pleasing, that my heart began to sing a tune. I looked at the trees resting, and their branches gently swaying with the breeze, as if in rhythm. The lush green landscape comfortably unwinding itself. A flock of birds in formation were gliding high up towards the far end of the sky, which was suddenly warmly lit with a rainbow of beautiful colours.
As this glorious moment slowly sank into me and drenched my heart, I felt overwhelmed and re-assured that I am not alone; that I never was. 

To think that life was coming down on me was a delusion I strictly had to abandon and let in this fresh air I desperately needed. 
I quickly focused my camera and captured this heavenly scenery. "Life gives us beauty in abundance. These tender moments are meant for witnessing..." 



There are some experiences that bring life back into you and need no explanation. You know they're just perfectly right. Not doubting your sanity, you dwell in these moments that uplift your soul and extend yourself to the unseen; to the above and beyond, this material world cannot fathom. 

Out there lies a subtle but serene ray of hope that we all need. No form of worldly method or system can measure this reality. We quench for this infinite, incorruptible state of bliss. That which rests at the end of the tunnel; that which ignites the air at the horizon. We slowly move towards this light; for hope exists for fulfillment.