Anonymously Ken: you the traveller

This is a very good reminder for me to look upon myself and see that strength is the remainder of my determination to keep going no matter how difficult it is sometimes to be there for others, especially the ones I love. Indeed when they are all gone and I am left alone with myself picking up where I have left off, there is but one reality that will remain: My journey is to discover how it is to really love. What the world needs these days is to learn how it is to really love. The one that is unconditional. The one that is not technical, mechanical. The one that doesn't dissect and obsess on reasons. The one that doesn't require answers all the time. When people know how to truly love, there would be no need for people to know why it requires pain every once in a while. Not knowing why it requires pain makes people pack up and leave and proceed to the next bend where, hopefully, pain is not there. Then again, that is the easiest thing to do. Humans. That's what we are.   

If you think that other people are the pillars of your well-being, think again. It is inevitable that they will be gone.

Soon, you will realize that at the end of the day, what sustains you are your faith and belief; and that at the end of the day, you ALONE complete yourself. No one else does it for you; others are only instruments to maintain that faith and to sustain that belief.

Your "pillars" might be broken or gone; but the universe shall find you new ones-- better ones--for you to stand again and pick up the pieces of your broken self.

Wounded you are but you shall thrive--every single breath you draw becomes your faith; every strand of hope that remains becomes your belief; and every smile you give becomes your life.

Continue to be good despite what the world gives you back! When the harvest comes, you won't find your heart empty, for you have loved despite the pain, and you have helped carry someone's cross.

When the harvest comes, your words will haunt those who despised them, your actions will only become their wishes, your kindness will become their longings, and their downfall will avenge the good they have downtrodden.

Indeed, when the harvest comes, you will see their plates empty, their hands rolled into fists, their heads shaking in disbelief, their eyes burning with angst, and their baskets filled with regrets.They shall walk away wishing they sided with the truth, now vowing to do what is ought to be done.

It will not be too late for them--it will only be harder.

--Anonymously Ken