A day of sorrow

An ethereal moment caught by -sel- . No words could do justice to her talent.

Struglling ashore in a sea of restlessness, anguish and sorrow I feel a deep longing for something that is mysterious to my conscience mind !

I have so much to do yet to no avail. Forced to grief, my mind has shut down. A mental fatigue has slowly taking over me. How I wish for tomorrow to come and the night to take this feeling away.

The last few weeks were full of struggle. They finally caught up with me, but that's okay. They say there's a time to laugh and a time to cry. I'll let nature take its course. Moments like these draw me to Khalil Gibran's philosophy on Joy and Sorrow;

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was ofentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives ?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

The Prophet - Khalil Gibran