How fragile we are

 

Considering that we are a part of a diverse nature like a part of a mosaic with many parts and many truths.

Some parts of this truth are very enduring and strong, other parts of the truth are that things get hurt and disperse.

Life’s house of cards at any moment, by injury, loss of work or any misjudgment gets blown over.

Mostly by the impetuous to control a temper or status, and overestimating the fragility of things.

The unpredictability and intensity of Mother Nature makes it impossible to deal direct with the world, but we deal with the world through the individual interpretation.

We are not only biological creatures, but we are also cultural creatures. Mostly the house of cards depends on the cultural system as one is situated in, with its routine and meaning of choice they contain. 

Whereas, the un-rooted nature to all meanings, allows far more room, for self-definition and creativity.

The structure and strength in the meaning of lives are all narrative and not a list or facts, there are the tangibility’s that need to be woven together into coherent and emotional creativity.

At any moment in life, there are the ‘whispers’ of how to tread upon the sea of life.

In this fragile mosaic of life, that is as inconceivable as time, the heart finds rest in the stillness.

In the blooming faith of love, the house of cards is in the magicians hand and gives possibilities another nature.

Reasons are the root of delusion and coming from without, whereas the love that comes from within is rooted in the heart of compassion.

The poetic insight is the gift that is attracted to the impossible.

That faith is the eye of the beholder.