''Puhon''

I know there will come a time when things will be perfectly fine and we are going to shout with glee and ponder of how great we are that we are able to surpass the many expansive stumbling blocks in our paths, path that are sometimes enough to cover our sight from our goals.

I know that that time will come, maybe soon, or maybe not too soon, but keep in mind -it will come. It will come, and the strong wind is not anymore capable of blowing us down, letting us stumble on our knees that we are going to lose our vision, our hopeful sight, but instead we will be the controller of the wind.

The rain will not anymore signify sadness but of beautiful graces, and the colors blue and gray will not anymore depict melancholy but of being a learned man. The noise will be sweet to hear, a celebration, a joyful noise that we are all going to apprize, and the silence will not mean boredom but of stillness bringing us to the depth of serenity and freedom and lovely cries. A cry that will reverberate through our ear canals the glorification of our hard work and pain. A cry not anymore associated to misery but of triumph, of becoming the victor of our life’s long and difficult contest (a contest not only contending the ‘I’ and the external struggles but a contest between ‘I’ and the ‘I’, which is the hardest).

I know. I know that that time will come.