"People have forgotten this truth...but you mustn't forget it. You become responsible for what you've tamed." - the fox to The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupery)*****
How much would you give for a singular moment of pristine joy?If someone asked me this a few months ago, I would probably say, I would give my life and soul for it. Why so, it is because I thought i have become too despondent to think that joy can co-exist with my sorrow: I thought that when one is awake, the other is asleep. That's what Gibran said anyway.
However, it seems to me that I exist in an unusual yet comforting condition that I am being cared for by someone from another dimension, and that there is a calming assurance that I do deserve even just a singular moment of joy, in spite of him. Or more exactly, in spite of his absence.
That it is ok for me to be happy. That I need not feel guilty about it.Joy came, sooner than I expected. Not once. Not twice. Many times over. It came like multiple slivers of light in a dark room that is my life as I have known many months ago.
[I did not have to give up my life and soul. I just had to open my heart and mind a bit.]*****
Now a new question arises:
How much would I give for eternal joy, if ever there is such a thing?*****
[I am not too sure now .... but I want it bad, so badly ... ]
This time, however, the morning sky seemed to be more magnificent in its blueness in spite of the white fluffy clouds that float by. The air had a refreshing chill that caressed my face like it have not done to me for a long time. The sun was just hiding, probably in jest, playing games with the clouds for the most part.
