a denuded tree in our backyard
One can only admire such tress which can withstand the vagaries of winter.Inside their seemingly lifeless trunks and branches, there lies a vein of life protected from the intemperate weather and the whims of the harsh, cold season. Pulsing… waiting… readying to show its resilience and splendor at the first sign of a clement weather.
Maybe that’s why we do not grieve when they shed their leaves… because a new set of vibrant green will replace them. We do not mourn their dormancy… for we know they’ll be full of life in spring. We do not despair for their apparent unattractiveness… in that they’ll turn into a thing of beauty and vitality come next season.
I believe this is a depiction of hope. No matter how dark and hopeless things seem to be, there is always a possibility of getting through it. Perhaps, we may not be as victorious or jubilant as we expect to be. But at least, it gives us the conviction that we have enough strength and courage to make it… as long as we keep whatever it is that we hope for alive inside us. Like in the Barry Manilow song “ I made it through the rain”:
As the old adage says, there’s light at the end of the tunnel. We just have to remember that to reach the end of the tunnel one doesn’t just sit around and wait. One has to move towards it… even if it means doing it one step at a time. It’s not a question of doing it fast or slow… everybody and everything has its own rhythm. What is important is we make that first step towards it. It maybe difficult… but just think of a child doing his first step --- one foot forward and then the other. We may stumble and fall. However, as long as we keep on doing it, we’ll surely reach the end of that tunnel. And maybe along the way, we’ll get some help --- to guide and to accompany us in attaining that seemingly elusive light of hope.
Dum vita est, spes est... While there is life, there is hope....
Maybe that’s why we do not grieve when they shed their leaves… because a new set of vibrant green will replace them. We do not mourn their dormancy… for we know they’ll be full of life in spring. We do not despair for their apparent unattractiveness… in that they’ll turn into a thing of beauty and vitality come next season.
I believe this is a depiction of hope. No matter how dark and hopeless things seem to be, there is always a possibility of getting through it. Perhaps, we may not be as victorious or jubilant as we expect to be. But at least, it gives us the conviction that we have enough strength and courage to make it… as long as we keep whatever it is that we hope for alive inside us. Like in the Barry Manilow song “ I made it through the rain”:
We keep the feelings warm
Protect them from the storm
Until our time arrives
Then one day the sun appears
And we come shining through those lonely years
I made it through the rain
I kept my world protected
I made it through the rain
I kept my point of view
I made it through the rain
And found myself respected
By the others who got rained on too
And made it through
Protect them from the storm
Until our time arrives
Then one day the sun appears
And we come shining through those lonely years
I made it through the rain
I kept my world protected
I made it through the rain
I kept my point of view
I made it through the rain
And found myself respected
By the others who got rained on too
And made it through
As the old adage says, there’s light at the end of the tunnel. We just have to remember that to reach the end of the tunnel one doesn’t just sit around and wait. One has to move towards it… even if it means doing it one step at a time. It’s not a question of doing it fast or slow… everybody and everything has its own rhythm. What is important is we make that first step towards it. It maybe difficult… but just think of a child doing his first step --- one foot forward and then the other. We may stumble and fall. However, as long as we keep on doing it, we’ll surely reach the end of that tunnel. And maybe along the way, we’ll get some help --- to guide and to accompany us in attaining that seemingly elusive light of hope.
Dum vita est, spes est... While there is life, there is hope....
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