It has been spotty with my entries here lately. :-P The days are leading up to the exams, which are coming up next month and after my finals of final, I have to start packing and prepare leaving for home.
Meanwhile, there is always this waiting that can sap the enthusiasm and positivity of daily living, with all the anxieties and fears (real or imagined) that come with this. The current uncertainty of the flu problem that is enveloping the world doesn't help to lessen those nagging anxieties either. At this point, a portion of a stanza from T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets comes to mind:
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
All shall be well. There is some sense of peaceful acceptance of all that has gone by and what is to come next. This has nothing to do with giving in to some sort of 'happy' pessimism (sure, this sounds like an oxymoron but that is how I see it at this time) or embracing the unknown with no idea of what to expect. Rather, it is placing myself in the hope of God's goodness that He knows how to take care of things for me, especially those which I cannot possibly do myself.
Meanwhile, there is always this waiting that can sap the enthusiasm and positivity of daily living, with all the anxieties and fears (real or imagined) that come with this. The current uncertainty of the flu problem that is enveloping the world doesn't help to lessen those nagging anxieties either. At this point, a portion of a stanza from T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets comes to mind:
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
All shall be well. There is some sense of peaceful acceptance of all that has gone by and what is to come next. This has nothing to do with giving in to some sort of 'happy' pessimism (sure, this sounds like an oxymoron but that is how I see it at this time) or embracing the unknown with no idea of what to expect. Rather, it is placing myself in the hope of God's goodness that He knows how to take care of things for me, especially those which I cannot possibly do myself.
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kyaaaa...wish i could write poems like that!
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