My friend
You're right. Loneliness can be the most horrifying emotion we can ever experience. It can cause us to do and feel things which we may not normally do. Like over-eating, turning to alcohol, or other things like drugs. If we are not careful all the things we do to mask the pain of loneliness can actually intensify it. It takes a tremendous amount of courage to take on the challenge of fighting and winning the feeling of loneliness.
Motivated by a strange spirit to walk slowly, feeling lonely I guess, along A. Mabini St., last wednesday night, as a result of fatigue and poor health, and heavy financial burden when I suddenly notice two girls walking towards me just like the picture above. The bigger girl stop and smiled at me and that makes me also smiled and asked her " why are you carrying her? She's heavy and you're just a little girl. " And she simply answered " I carry my sister because I love her." As I gave the last ten peso coin in my pocket, I watch them move away from me thinking of the incident, it wakes me up from my deadining mind and senses.... from the problems I carry. " I LOVE HER. " she said. " THAT'S WHY. "
That's when I begin to think and understand that only because of love that all things we do have value. Love is for others. Love is merciful. Love is grateful. Love is power that enables us to carry not only the burden of others but our burdens as well. It is only when we live a contended life that all things we dreamed of will follow. You love me my friend inspite of my sins. It is your unconditional love that sustains me. You carry me when I can no longer walk and in pain.
Yes my friend. Forgiving is love. Forgiving is remembering! Remembering that my brothers and sisters is like me. Weak and prone to mistakes. If I forget this I will be angry, and unforgiving. Love will be lost. I cannot even forgive my self and I will be lost in self pity....this stupor.
Yes, love is power. Power to endure pain. Power to give even our very own lives for the sake of that someone we love. I remember the story of a mother and her child in Darfur, because of the proximity of the clinic from their place and because her child is crying prantically for milk and because she knew that without it her child will die allowed her child to sip her own blood from her drying breast as they walk towards that life saving clinic. Walking almost for hours, mile after mile the mother became weaker and weaker because of lost of blood. And when they finaly arrived her dying wish is for the nurses at the clinic is let her child live. And she gave her life in peace. It is finish. Her child is safe.
Life is a sweet sacrifice.
Sometimes God breaks our spirit to save our soul.
Sometimes He breaks our heart to make us whole.
Sometimes He sends us pain so we can be stronger.
Sometimes He sends us failure so we can be humble.
Sometimes He takes everything away from us so we can learn the value of everything we have.
A blessed day for you my friend.
