SHORT TIME CONFUSION
Sa gitna ng aking pagkurap
Kung mata’y natatabunan ng talukap
Tanaw ko ang mga hirap
Dala ng kahapon at hinaharap
Naalala kita at iyong pangako
Bakit ba biglang naglaho?
Saan na nga ba ako?
Sa gitna ba ng tuldok
At tangan tangan ng usok
O sa gilid ng kawalan
At tangan tangan ng ulan.
As the modifier aptly described such difficulty (quatrain 1), confusion (quatrain 2) and waywardness (quatrain 3), the experience will ultimately lead to a self-discovery and wisdom. However, the short poem did not end into something to that effect.
Let me continue the journey here.
No matter how ruined man and his world may seem to be, and no matter how terrible man’s despair may become, as long as he continues to be a man his very humanity continues to tell him that life has a meaning.
That, indeed, is one reason why man tends to rebel against himself.
If he could without effort see what the meaning of life is, and if he could fulfill his ultimate purpose without trouble, he would never question the fact that life is well worth living. Or if he saw at once that life had no purpose and no meaning, the question would never arise. In either case, man would not be capable of finding himself so much of a problem.
Our life, as individual persons and as members of a perplexed and struggling race, provokes us with the evidence that it must have meaning.
Part of the meaning still escapes us. Yet our purpose in life is to discover this meaning, and live according to it. We have, therefore, something to live for. The process of living, of growing up, and becoming a person, is precisely the gradually increasing awareness of what that something is. This is a difficult task, for many reasons. – Thomas Merton in No Man Is an Island (http://bit.ly/2ny2l6y)
Despite the inadequacy of our grasp regarding the meaning of our lives, we dare to enter into relationships. One after another ends into a mess, but one relationship after another leads us to discover something – a lesson. The rough sailing in our relationship is due to our predisposition when we enter into a relationship. We try to force fit the other into our poorly understood meaning of who we are and their potential likeness or reflection to ourselves. Unless we let those we love to be perfectly themselves, love will never begin.
“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. (No Man Is an Island)
The journey goes on