brighter days ahead.
some people are like an eternal sunshine.
The sky gradually becomes more beautiful the more people come back to it. Some stories are finished, one immediately and the other a long way to go. The sky adds another color and memory, protecting every living being from an uncertain universe.
Was it luck? Coincidence? Or was it someone up there, gently pulling the strings, making sure we stayed on our path a little longer?
Some people are like an eternal sunshine even after their passing. Most people, actually. Among millions and millions of other people – like the humble satay seller I saw in front of my house who has been selling food for the past 10 years and they’re still alive somehow, smiling and praying. Like time doesn’t matter to anyone who tries and live. Also the newborn babies in a hospital with joy and gratitude happening altogether with some rooms – really unfortunately, who has to face grief.
(Ever wonder why even after the sun refused to shine, love is still felt in the tiniest corners of a fracture?)
(Ever wonder why life can be so brief?)
Despite all the reasons and plans and fun getaways or just midnight talking over Netflix or just wondering if next year of twenty years from now we’d still be here. But sometimes the answer is no. A thousand moments have happened and here’s us on earth wishing there was a thousand more to come.
The sky gradually becomes more beautiful the more people came back to it. And wherever they are, we always hope the skies are bluer and the days are warmer plus the world is much kinder because it’s what they’ve deserved so much.
Some people are travelers, while most people are like eternal sunshine. They travel the world for a really brief moment, sharing all the love and kindness they can bear in mind, as a reminder that they’re never truly far away.
The hues of sunsets become more beautiful and the city lights light up in one’s memory. And one day, all of those unknown names will be the very same stars in the sky either.
Grief is just love. Love that simply became something softer, something constant. Love became my eternal sunshine, filling the spaces I thought would stay empty forever. A silence that doesn’t give back. But it’s the sky that protects.
Grief becomes the entire sky. It watches over us in silence, shifting between dawn and dusk, carrying the weight of every moment that has ever been. It embraces the earth, soft and unshaken, protecting even those who don’t realize they need to be held.
One day we’d all become mothers and grandmothers and the cycle goes on and on. Until our names are forgotten from earth. So in this very brief moment, make sure to invite love inside too.
Just another prove that we’ve loved. We’ve all loved. Now just in another form of an eternal sunshine.
(And I hope we’ll meet again, some sunny day.)
