Life Is Full Of ...

I’m out of musings these days but never out of words. As long as I see sunrises, I will make sure to write. The day sunrises shall disappear from my sight on earth, I shall probably see them from Heaven and shall make sure to send you some words from up there.

And that’s a promise. All you’ll have to do is focus. Focus on what I might send. It might be words, sounds, lights or you name it. Yes. I promise.

Sunrises will always be there. Is this a relief for you? I don’t think so. I assume you already know that.

But, will we be there? No. We will be gone and sunrises will always be there. So stop asking others if they saw today’s sunrise. Instead ask the sunrise if he saw them: on earth. Someday sunrise will see them: in Heaven. Still somewhere but not here. Somewhere nice probably. Yes probably. We like to assume so. And that’s a relief too.

There are things we cannot change. We have to adapt to the environment. Sometimes Love does not exist but rather Adaptation does. Ages ago, and still in lots of spots around the world, people used to get married without even seeing each other. They used to adapt to each other. But they rarely divorced. Divorce has been increasing with time. Time when people say that Love arises. People claim to be civilized by meeting each others in bars and clubs. Later they fall in love. Later they marry. And later they divorce.

Love is gone. But they claim it was there. They are civilized. Aren’t they?

Yes. There are things we cannot change. There are things I cannot change about myself. There are things I like and others I hate. There are people who make me love them and others who make me despise them. I never hate but I despise. They’ve pushed me to. It never was my intention.

Yes. I like cappuccino. But even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all.

Yes. I do appreciate beauty. Who doesn’t? But who does appreciate ugliness? Well. I do. I just think it’s the way you look at things that makes them beautiful or ugly. Therefore the ugly can be beautiful. It only depends on you. On how you want to see it.

My OtherEnders,

Life is a simple story, but not an easy one to tell. Like a fable, there is sorrow... and like a fable, it is full of …

… wonder and happiness.