Harmony

“To what extent is one’s purpose? Why is there a need to be alive?” The Young Student asked himself. The questions that gave birth to modern philosophy. The Young Student looked through his rained tinted window. Streams of rain trickled down the glass. His thoughts were swimming in a pool of wonder.

He looked further into the grey hue of the outside. He saw the clouds cover the sky that even the light from the sun could not penetrate. He saw the leaves of trees dance to the whistles of the wind that rushed through them. A perfect harmony of existence played out in front of him. He heard soft chirps of birds give rise in between the low and subtle thuds of raindrops landing on the ground. The Young Student looked closely at the march of ants racing quickly to their underground kingdom. The beauty and sublime order of nature gave him an insight to the answers he was seeking. But then, a disturbance so familiar struck him. A disturbance unique in nature- it perfectly disharmonized the beauty that he was experiencing.

The loud sounds of cars passing through destroyed the songs of the birds. Cusses of drunk men from the local pub down the street filling the air with tangible disgust. The chaos of this world was not from nature, but it came from the hands of Man. The disturbance of Man’s existence can be seen even from his first footsteps. He stole the beauty of God and manipulated His Divinity for his own gain. Foolish is Man. Man then goes to create orders and systems that he himself becomes a slave to. The Young Student came to realize that even though we are made in His Image, the foolishness of Man makes him think he created the Image first.

The disturbance of Man has led Man to a disturbance of self. The way Man has disturbed the very order and pristine balance of Nature, it is the same way Man has disturbed his very own existence. The Young Student with this in mind, walked over to his prized possession. A sword made for him by his Master. A sword that he was told represents himself and with it, he could carve out a piece of history. He looked at the sword and marveled at the craftsmanship of its design. He wondered how long his Master took to create it. Did his Master already begin making it when he first began his journey with Master? Or did Master hire someone to create it and mask it as his own creation? While starring at the incredible sharp blade, an awakening sliced his mind.

The sole purpose of the sword was to embody his purpose. The Young Student looked outside and realized everything was there, in its perfect place because it had to be there. It was not forced. It was not bought. It was there. It was in the presence of itself thus its existence could be felt. Unlike Man who forgot his place, the birds and trees have not. The grey covered sky was there for the purpose of giving the Earth the water it needed. The sun still shines from behind. Everything exists as it is meant to be. Man over the years recreated his own existence therefore calibrating his original existence and purpose on this Earth. Instead of nurturing and living alongside Mother Nature, Man throw a brick at Father Time and abusively tortured her. Man exploited her minerals and gems to enrich himself. Man took without giving back. Father Time, in spite, accelerated Man’s demise. This is seen with global warming and the quick depletion of scarce resources that give Man energy and sources of life. Poor Mother Nature, she stands defenseless against the ruthless attack of her own child- Man.

The Young Student saddened by this wished he had not asked himself these questions. He regretted having consulted the Holy Ghost about them. A tear began to roll down his cheek as he felt he too was part of the destruction created by Man. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground, dragged even lower by a heavy heart. As his eyes began to be impaired by a sea of tears, he felt a soft finger touch his chin. The warmth of the finger felt like a cup of tea during a cold night. like the wrap of a warm blanket in the dead of winter. He dared to look up. But he did. What he saw was Love Himself.

Like the dancing leaves outside, Love had clear white robes that flowed with elegance of that of a woman’s silhouette. Light beamed from his presence and the Young Student could not stare directly at Him. Love removed his finger from the Young Student’s chin. Love walked over to the Young Student’s sword and raised it. The sword’s metal glistened from Love’s radiance. The sword reflected Love’s perfect wool like hair and bronze skin. With the swiftness of a ballerina on her toes, Love thrust the sword into the Young Student’s heart. The Young Student shocked, expected to see Death anytime soon. Instead, he saw himself. He saw himself through the eyes of his Master. He saw himself through the eyes of Father Time and Mother Nature. He saw himself through the eyes of Love Himself.

Love pulled the sword out of the Young Student’s chest. Not a single drop of blood stained the sword. Love placed the sword in its rightful place and He suddenly disappeared. The Young Student looked again outside. He saw the streams of rain trickle down his window. He heard birds chirp and sing harmoniously with the chimes of falling rain. He saw the dance of wind and tree leaves. He heard the cries of drunkards making their way home so was the ants below. He realized that everything was at its place. Everything was fulfilling its purpose within its existence. Everything was in harmony.

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