Tumblr, my apologies for my lack of blog posts. Please accept this first of many blogs as a token of my gratitude for waiting ever so patiently.
Obstacles. There are various types in regards to length, height, girth, their frequency, and the difficulty that lurks behind them. Yes, through our lives we stumble across more obstacles than bargained for, or would have liked. Some are foreseen in the upcoming future which we can prepare ahead of time, whereas there are those that cannot be predicted which sneak up on us, catching us off guard. These are the ones that hurt the most and demand every fiber of our being to overcome. Tonight, we unlock the door into the depths of our soul and explore the passages that lead into the darkest dwellings in our hearts.
There comes a point in our lives that we realize the inevitable is nothing more than an arm’s length away. Whether it be the wild electricity itching to leap from her hand to his upon contact, his longing for her warm embrace, or the butterflies in her stomach before his goodnight kiss, the end is not too far. Which brings us to one of the many corridors in this dark sanctuary of despair in our hearts. The one corridor that contains one of the most difficult, if not, the most difficult obstacle we will encounter in our lifetime. It is the obstacle of experiencing the passing of our loved one. Our dearest. Our beloved. The one who held our hand when ours was unsteady. The one who welcomed us in open arms upon arrival. The one who put us to sleep with that loving kiss. We are too quick in overlooking the sweet and tender moments we once had with the one throbbing thought: The thought of the significant impact made in our lives from this special person, will now be nothing more than an empty shell of what used to be. One which can never, and will never be filled again.
Or so we thought..
The death of a loved one. It hurts. It sucks. And ultimately, it just isn’t fair. How can there be any possible way to alleviate the uneasiness from knowing that there is a lack of another being in our lives?
Someone whom I have high regards for once told me, that according to Ephesians, God is there for us in times of mourning, rather than in the times of joy. This concept was quite slippery to grasp. In reality, it feels like He is nowhere to be found. That if He were really here, He wouldn’t have let any of this happen. It is upon this thought where we must take into account: that He will not place an obstacle before us that we cannot handle. It is here where we must rise up to meet His expectations, and then surpass them.
We have to be strong. To be able to accept the fact that we can no longer be blessed by our loved one’s presence, but to acknowledge the blessing in itself that we were able to be within arm’s reach of someone so great. It’s not wrong to cry. It’s not wrong to hurt. It’s not wrong to unload and share the strenuous burden off our shoulders with someone strong and willing to help us carry it. Rather than keeping to ourselves in a society that gives praise to individualism, we are much stronger united than as individuals. Here, we must come together. To be the shoulder to lean on. To be the ear to listen. To be the arms to catch the other when we fall. We must rise up to be and set the example for the future generations like our dearest demonstrated for us. Teach them the power of strength. Teach them the fire of courage. Teach them the bonds of unity. Teach them the unwavering spirit of faith. These lessons were passed onto us before, and it is our responsibility to give back to those who need us.
Our beloved never really leaves. Our beloved still lives, and is actually alive and well. That empty space we feel will never be filled, our beloved resides in there. He is alive through moments, experiences, teachings, life-lessons, mannerisms, and memories. And it is because of these that help refill that emptiness we feel.
As long as his memory is never forgotten, his life is forever alive in our hearts.
You'll know this to be true,
When you sing the melody
I'll harmonize with you.
As long as they exist
These rhythms and beats,
I'll dance forever
from jazz studios to hip hop streets.
Driven by influence and inspiration
My passions will never die,
I am eternally grateful to the King of Pop
May your soul Rest in Paradise.