hope

When something happens in the world, it just gets worst.

We often hope to yearn for something ideal to come our way in life. It never comes until you have given up waiting - when it is least expected.

"You are too late". The unexpected appears, magically, as if all the answers are answered at the same time with an overwhelming exception. That exception tears the magic of the beautiful ideal apart, literally shreds it to pieces.

The innerself is torn between two choices: the obvious and the miracle. The innerself launches itself in search of the future. To see past the crystal ball. Although the white lights swirls within the crystal ball, they remained as white lights. The eyes are unable to penetrate the swirling.

The turmoil rages within the innerself to make out the future, but is kept anchored to what has happened.

The obvious - move on. The miracle - supernatural change. The choice is not difficult to make. It is a question of which choice is more stronger to believe in.

I am doomed to search. I can't decide.