Today was like every other day of this week, just an ever flowing stream of rain, but somehow, between the grey titanic conquerors of the Sky we call clouds, I saw the light shine down on me and my feeble existence, shine down on those around me, heck, it even shone on you. It was that midday light that through a wet and humid day warmed our souls and shone so brightly that my eyes ached when I left the building and I was slightly pissed off.
I've realised that there are moments of one's life that we cannot just pass by in an attempt to forget, even if they are as seemingly trivial as the light of day warming you up in a week of an endless torrent. For some of us, those moments are something more than just a naive little comfort like being in the presence of friends in a warm café or taking a big hungry chunk out of your sandwich: they're a sign that good times eventually come and that even the smallest delights have a great value during hard times.
We cannot compare our strife to that of those who live in eternal torment, in the pain and suffering of war and terror. We are the lucky people; we live under a solid roof, sleep in a comfortable bed, get to wash with warm water everyday and eat wholesome food whenever we please. But sometimes our meagre pains, that in comparison to those of the worse off shrivel to simple nuisances, become far more solid than what they were once within our hearts. Our emotions pin us down when it comes to bad relations, and sometimes our heartfelt pain is equivalent to the material lack of others.
But all of that can change in a gap between showers, when the soil is still wet but drying, taking a big gulp of air before it gets drowned once more under heavy rain. Because we know that good times and bad times come as alternatives, and we can't have one too long without having the other after a while. They live together, and we have to live with that.
Just chillax
Red
