Hope

One month into my new phase of working life, and I find at times when I try to recall my undergraduate years, I can't really.

The memories have somewhat meshed themselves into a tangled ball of illusions, somewhat bouncing around in the past in the fabric of time, that I can no longer satisfactorily hold it in the palm of my hands, to taste it again.

And I realize as I walk in the grounds of my workplace everyday, on the days when my mind is calm as a blue pond, that all these sights, thoughts and sounds are very, very temporary.

Soon, I'll be somewhere else again, trying to recall the memory of what has been.

And I just think... if we'd just close our eyes long enough, we'd be in someplace else when we next open them.

Life is a series of illusions. Nothing is permanent. We long for security, but security as with all things, is passing. A thought today is a fallacy tomorrow.

Nothing remains, but our subconscious who remains thinking while we sleep, who remains speaking while we think, and who remains sane while we lose our heads.

Yes, we all bring around our subconscience. It is our best friend, our guide through life, the voice in our head.

But yet, nothing is permanent. Everything changes in a minute.

And so, I hold on to the peace of the moment. And I sit down, doing nothing but listening to the silence. The silence is deafening, but a song of happiness fills the air.

It is a song... of hope.


... if only for a moment.