Beautiful things come after the rain, you just gotta get through the storm

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

"If You Cannot Be a Poet, Be the Poem"


Opportunity

 With doubt and dismay you are smitten
You think there's no chance for you, son?
Why, the best books haven't been written
The best race hasn't been run,
The best score hasn't been made yet,
The best song hasn't been sung,
The best tune hasn't been played yet,
Cheer up, for the world is young!
No chance? Why the world is just eager
For things that you ought to create
Its store of true wealth is still meagre
Its needs are incessant and great,
It yearns for more power and beauty
More laughter and love and romance,
More loyalty, labor and duty,
No chance--why there's nothing but chance!
For the best verse hasn't been rhymed yet,
The best house hasn't been planned,
The highest peak hasn't been climbed yet,
The mightiest rivers aren't spanned,
Don't worry and fret, faint hearted,
The chances have just begun,
For the Best jobs haven't been started,
The Best work hasn't been done.

   ~Berton Braley           

http://www.pinkpoem.com/inspirationalpoems/songsofhope/opportunity.html

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This Too Shall Pass

If I can endure for this minute
Whatever is happening to me,
No matter how heavy my heart is
Or how dark the moment may be
If I can remain calm and quiet
With all the world crashing about me,
Secure in the knowledge God loves me
When everyone else seems to doubt me
If I can but keep on believing
What I know in my heart to be true,
That darkness will fade with the morning
And that this will pass away, too
Then nothing in life can defeat me
For as long as this knowledge remains
I can suffer whatever is happening
For I know God will break all of the chains
That are binding me tight in the darkness
And trying to fill me with fear
For there is no night without dawning
And I know that my morning is near.

Helen Steiner Rice

  http://www.pinkpoem.com/inspirationalpoems/songsofhope/shallpass.html
 


Monday, May 7, 2012

A Calm Within the Storm

No matter what life gives me, whether it's lemons.....apples...... or strawberries, I can find solace in at least one thing.... the fact that nature is the only true constant. It is like an old friend, comfort imparted by familiarity. No matter where you are or whatever circumstance you are faced with, the beauty of nature is always there.  

 Having a wakefulness of what is around me, from the vibrant greens, the rustling of the wind, and happy chirping of birds bring peace to the soul. Maybe it's just the biology major side of me, or perhaps it's the feeling of being a part of a greater whole. Whatever it is, it is an amazing and special thing. At times, seeking comfort from nature is like a calm within the storm. Right now, in this phase of my life, the storm of life has me feeling bruised and battered to pieces, so anything that is a buffer is a good thing.

The stars. On a warm summer night, nothing is better than sitting back and looking up. There is something magical about it that I just cannot put into words, but I'm sure you know what I mean. I often think that if I were to go blind and never see again, this is one sight I would miss for sure. Not getting to see the beauty of a midsummer night's sky would be heartbreaking. It is much like running: I value the experience each and every time, and is like happiness defined.

Joy can come from such simple things in life, and that is what makes it worthwhile. Never forget to cherish the simple things. 



                                             
                                                          

Saturday, May 5, 2012

A Comfort and a Curse

Everything ends. It is both a comfort and a curse.  I often think about this while I am at work when I catch myself counting down the hours. I just think that no matter how much I may hate being there, it will eventually end. Everything ends. The worst imaginable situation that you find yourself in will end, but so will the sweet-as-honey moments you wish could last forever.


 It really is a bittersweet sort of thing. Sometimes I wish I could rip the heart out of my chest so that I wouldn't have to feel the perpetual sorrow that I feel right now. There's so much feeling infused within me that it feels like my heart is on fire. 


 Lately, random memories flash into my mind and it takes me back. They feel so real and I get the exact feeling that I felt in that moment. They say that your life flashes before your eyes when you die, so maybe it's the same with the death of a relationship. All the delightful memories and moments so good you can't put into words flash before your eyes before anything truly dies. 





                      Love is an effortless feeling..... a good thing that feels natural and right and makes you feel safe and calm.
 It's what being lucky feels like.




*Why can't the good time last longer? It's because everything ends. How do you get through a rough patch? Knowing that everything ends.