Sleeping Me

This is another sleepless night like many more. Still different, when the darkness in the whole cosmos makes me feel that no light from the millions of the stars are nothing but damned illusions.

The truth is that even after billions of years the stars in the galaxies are going to lose their energy and light and will swoon to be diminished into dead barren planets.

Who am I here to be or not to be? Does that really matter?

There is no more romantic thing in the universe than life because it really is the strangest thing added to beauty. Death and destruction are there for sure and like the stars they are inevitable. However life is a strange beauty among all the things dying around.

It is better that the best things be transient and not permanent because being permanent makes things taken for granted and Time that only decays, makes them lose their beauty and lusture emphasizing more on the decadence of that apparently permanent thing.

So live short and love more...those who matter to you...and stop trying to make your feelings permanent -- is an illusion.

You know, true feelings never die. They do not ever die like the stars do. Through the transience of life ones true feelings run timeless and that is the only aspect in a human being that can challenge Time, even.

It is not you, but your feelings, if they are true, will ever be with the illumination and lusture of your soul within.

That is true salvation the Creator has devised and the living beings can conceive of.

We, the human beings, are blessed with the virtue that even beyond our death we can make our feelings permanent and make one transient thing last forevermore.

Death and decays are permanent in the sense that they are inevitable. Feelings, which pass through tumultuous ups and downs, appearing sometimes apparently empty when together, are permanent actually, as they, once generated keep on growing, sometimes falsifying us, making us misunderstand the vast glory and the bliss within.

The more we suffer the more we can see and realize the depth of the feelings we do have as the bliss of human bondage. The sufferring makes it stand forth and makes it Messianic to an extent of permanence beyond everything.