Hallelujah

I wonder at times.

If the world is unhappy. You and I, Them and us; all of us. We just seem pre-occupied. This isn't a 'smell the breeze' message. I think anyone who's lived past their teenages (a proud mark that we all seem to be achieving these days) will willingly lay down more reasons than you can count as to why life is a cruel joke at times. How we seem to lose the things we care most about and then they seem trivial...but not quite. How, at times, no matter how hard you try, you just can't win and that serves to etch the reality of your misfortunes even more firmly in your mind. How we can't live the life we want, how our lives seem to be mapped out to an infinite horizon or the much more simple but just as effective cry of woe to the heavens; Why me?

If we've lost faith in God. Those three letters that we're supposed to love more than life, when was the last time you turned to him in earnest. In our actions do we show that we are muslims? Or is that a convenient term we use to define ourselves, just like many others ? It's not a question of practicing, what we've done is far worse...we've removed religion from our lives or at the very least given it a back seat to society, family and ourselves. Somehow, we've become more important than the world, our actions, their consequences, our heartbreaks, our lapses of madness and even our trivial non-securities all get nourished with more thought than something thats supposed to teach us how to live. I'm smiling at the irony, bitter-sweet as it is, that the answer to our problems can be laid before us and we'll refuse to see it. When the Book said that God can choose to blind us so that we cannot see the truth, I think I now understand what he meant.

If the game is already up. The game of life just like any other game needs a strong start. From there, you come to the crucial part the mid-game. Here the rules are yours for the making but the necessary caution is provided, anything changed is potentially permanant, there is no right answer; just your answer and you won't be allowed to create save-points which would help in fixing the mistakes we make. Then before you know it you're in the end-game where the only purpose is to live. Days passing with their usual suprises but even the dull can see the pattern. Because there will be a pattern, something that will come to define your life. Any game is only fun when it's outcome is still up for grabs, in the end-game of life we're reduced to being passive bystanders and the question really is: How do you know when you've reached it? And even more importantly: Would you be satisfied with you life now, if you're number was well and truly up?

I wonder at times, these times fly by
Much wondering leads me to light
I strain hard to see the answers it brings
And like life, I see that I have again misunderstood
For I stare not at my answers shining
But at the morning come with night yawning