That kinda day...

And so it rained.., the melancholy within accompanied with the storm ushered by the daunting clouds, and its predictability like the uncertainties around. Nature's mockery in giving a night with tears on her dark face; weather sure is a great metaphor.  

Ever wonder about the tale behind a tear? The deceiving calm hiding the tumult; fixing the world around yet broken within, exuding strength covering up the crumbling faith, a helping word for all and yet a dejected silence for self. Ever wonder why is it so easy to get through hell and high seas for another and helping them see a better time? Because you know, you realize, the trouble with giving yourself a pep talk is that deep down you know it's all bullshit. And you know those lines they repeat to you, they were yours. Your very own words that got them to their happy state. But they don't work on you. Nothing does. When everything takes a downward tumble, when it's out of your hands the best thing you could hope for is the knowledge that you really couldn't have done anymore than you already did.

Wishing you could fix it all gets you nowhere. Don't seek, don't search, don't demand, just relax and it will be there; things in their own time. In the mean time don't try making sense of life as it seems to be. It is but a doodle, you can either appreciate it as a piece of art or rubbish it as nonsensical patterns, or maybe be indifferent to it and do what you have to anyways and the answers will come to you in their own time.

And when you realise it you will see that it was with you all along. The answers, the way out, the sane voice, the right words. You. All you.