this bruised heart keeps searching for remedies when the cure lies in itself;
and until it realizes that it is asleep;
and as long as it is asleep it is blind;
blind so that it seeks guidance in darkness;
and it wanders on till the vicious cycle ends;
though none knows its end, and none but One decides when it does;
because the Decree is a mystery;
locked away, beyond the limits of man’s comprehension;
locked away, in the Greatest Secret of all.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever complete this search for myself, if I will ever put an end to this confusion.
I believe that God almighty, the most Merciful, Kind and Gracious, pardons confusion. At least.
I used to think that keeping anecdotes of my life is a useful medium for reflections and reminiscing (more to the latter) in the future.
Now I question, why hold on to something beyond measure and grasp?
The past is the past. I shall submit to His will and look forward.