Sometimes i look at all of u
And what i could see are broken hearts
Perhaps, in some way, reflecting mine
What happens to those carefree smile,
Those determined spirits,
Those bring-it-on actions,
Are we not the same person we were?
Or is this,
The parcel and pieces of entering adulthood,
Where we learn that we are accountable of our mistakes,
That each actions leads to a cycle of effects.
But still, it's not all sorrow
There's comfort in sharing teary moments,
There's good food on the plate and very sound sleep,
There's too many countless nikmah, day by day
It's not that those stagnant state means we are not grateful
It's just that we have broken hearts, which need mendings
But to think of it, people before us, had bigger wounds, that didn't stop them from striving hard
Perhaps, because they really internalise the truth behind those verses,
"with every difficulty there is ease"
With. It comes together.
There wouldn't be a time, where there would be free of problems.
Maybe we grew up aiming for perfections. That aim, that goal, were elaborate in say, primary school or secondary school.
But once we enter the real world, this is it.
There's struggle for essential needs, needs to be socially accepted, emotional exhaustion, loss, death. Some people face it earlier than we do.
Now, time to face the reality.
That hearts do get broken. And there's no, cure-it-all-at-once treatment like we hoped so. But the hearts, need continuous treatment, till the day we die. But meanwhile, let's not stop living. May Allah show us the right way to do it.