As it is

It is the time of the year again. It is an entirely different setting and feeling, from what it had been like for the past 2 years. But it would be rather unjust to pick out this occasion and complain so. After all, what have remained the same?

Well, pardon the digression. It is that time of the year again, where you are reminded of the year's end, yet it wasn't really anything much. After the party, it will be back to the same old routine of monotony of existence, until that time of the year again. Vicious cycle, but isn't life based on it?

Still, one must be thankful for the graces and blessings in life that have been graciously showered upon the undeserving blade of grass, that is of no significance in the past, no value in the present, and no certainty of the future, as one is.

And thankful, one is, anticipating the uncertainty ahead to be filled with more blessings, even those in disguise. The Sun is not unjust nor the rain partial; it will shine, as it has been directed and pour, as it has been ordered. Rays of sunshine has graced one's threshold, accompanied by their contradictory, but inseparable twin. One must welcome it, one must welcome moderation and balance.

Change will be a permanent resident and feelings a fleeting hinge that bridges experience and imagination, rusting with age. Think about the heart. The Heart invites infrequent visitors which diffidence and cowardice beckons away, placing the blame on Rationale, which Prudence encourages in assent. Inconstancy is the theme in the masquerade of life; indifference- the mask through which civilities are exchanged.  Beneath the visor, who knows?

Ironic, isn't it, that one must expect changes that induce the same repetitive notions in one's mind? However, though not always comprehensible, God is merciful.