When all that you can see beyond is a mere blur - the future that you cannot read, the mist that you cannot trespass, a hazy shade of shadows in the deep obscurity of apprehensive incognizance, then there really isn't much reason in trying to permeate an unyielding wall when calm resignation to the present, a humble acceptance of the absolutist contemporaneous today, bound to garner greater peace of mind and a multitude of warmth as compared to strained hope?
Every blossom may not stay, yet to see the break of day, certain of transience, although a sight worthy of audience. The moment is now yours to change, to tweak, to twiddle and make that difference. Futuristic contemplation of what may and may not be is precisely a positive corruption of the essential now. Idealism prevails within our minds stoking a fire of hope, bringing the ardor and affection of love and a glow of undiminishing ever after. Whether there will be such a painted reality is inexplicable, but it isn't only the wand of fate playing the game in its creation - every spark of the human heart has an underlying ulterior emotive passion that surprisingly can turn your way, the direction of the wave upon the sand.
Life may seem to have brought with it umpteen problems, undecipherable, and yet its complexity is intriguing. There are many roads that lead you away from it, but to have the strength to brace it all and take that which is rocky is courage personified. As in the words of Ambrose Redmoon, courage is not the absense of fear but rather the belief that something else is more important than fear. It isn't in the blood of every man to yearn to traverse the untrodden. It is convenient to succumb to the evil of comfort and condescendingly dismiss the spirit of difference - to believe to have seen it all when you haven't turned a page.
The journey we began is long and the course unchartered. Every turn springs new dimension to what we thought complete, an explanation that may only await overleaf. Every event may seem incomprehensible, but there is a backbone of reason holding it all together, giving it the form that ultimately will show the truth of an awaiting destination justifying the heartburn, the pain, the trifles, the lost diversions and the tears shed, all in search, with a hope, of finding that one true love. Shakespeare did once say, a journey ends in lovers' meeting. And so it will, when every toil of today will bring to your tomorrow the cherished desire of a hopeful love. But till then, savour the moment and enable yourself to take it as it comes for the uncertainty of the future lies hither as is yonder. For now, just Live. Dream. Be.
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