Someday the pain inside of me will turn into happiness. Someday!
Every year I looked for hope in the Easter Triduum. A spark of light that promises a better world. After the night comes the day said the song. The day comes. However, the world that I live in doesn’t change. Greedy, lying people who strive for power. The big ones cheat big, the little ones are devious and mean. Every now and then I meet an angel made of light. Every spark gives me hope. Hope the constant companion. Hope here, hope there. I got tired of hope. Tired of the constant promise of a better tomorrow. I went into the darkness, into the abyss. In the silence, in the nothing, I saw the light. A colorful, playful self arose out of nowhere. Now I know the place where all the stars are made, where God sings with the voice of silence. I’m home now. No need for hope anymore. The way from emptiness to everything was a long journey. It is far from over. Real happiness determines my journey now. It’s measurable. It’s tangible. It’s life. Wonderful!