Friday, March 25, 2011

Lights

Lights. What a beautiful concept.
At the flick of a switch we can manipulate the environment to suit our needs.
They help us to see clearly.
But sometimes,
They help us to see too clearly, that we focus only on that which is lit.
Leading to an ignorance of the peripheral.

- anonymous -

I remember driving back from Hamilton, each snowflake haphazardly making its' way down to the planet we live on. Darkness shrouded the sky, and furious winds were shooting across the highway roads. It continued to snow, but the snow was unseen for it was entangled in the darkness.

"It's dark, turn on your high beams, it'll help you see the road clearer".

So I did. And what a sight! The beams of the car lit up each falling snowflake, giving them a white glow as they fell. It was as if God was throwing down pieces of heaven from the sky, proving his existence in a most majestic manner. To think that such beauty permeated the sky I was travelling under, but would not have known if I had not turned on my high beams. The light helped me to see the beauty.

But the beauty was so alluring and charming that it proved to be dangerous. The snow flakes glowed so much from the high beams that I could not see the road any longer. So I turned off my lights, as I could not contain the light.

For when the light shone I could not see the road. And when the light was dimmed I could focus on my goal. The light and its beauty is overwhelming, and I cannot contain the light.



Thursday, March 10, 2011

Journey for Beauty

He hung there among the misty rain, not a care in the world. Time seemed to stop. He felt no sense of danger.

He walked up into the mountains, the mountains so glorious they seemed to both quench and fuel the curiosity of human nature. Accompanied by his loyal and trustworthy companions, they continued to tread up the icy paths that posed a risk to all who dared to venture. More often than not, these brave travellers would make their way up an icy slope, only to be denied by its slippery surface, sliding uncontrollably back down only to start once again from the beginning.

Then they came to the staircase of great torment, with a 90 degree bend which pointed straight down to the depths of the unknown. But there was an option, as there always is. In order to capture with their eyes the undeniable beauty of the half frozen rushing waterfalls, they would have to descend past the staircase of great torment. But you see, this 90 degree bend had only one railing, which sat itself about 5 feet above the ground, making it easy to fall under the railing and off the side of the stairs into one’s doom. Frozen with a layer of ice, and complete with a rope, the three of the four males, with bravery and strength, surpassed the terrain and ran to the sight they were searching for.

The fourth male also passed, but stopped to look back before rushing to behold the glory of the natural wonder. With a kind and sincere heart, he delayed his excitement in order to help the females cross the stairs as well. Chivalrously and honourably, he decided to retrace his steps, and to stand at the 90 degree bend so that the females would not have a chance of falling through, should they choose to pass the staircase of great torment. Oh what a sacrifice, that he would once reverse his progress and risk his life yet again for the sake of others! How noble!

However, just as no humans are perfect, so he wasn’t perfect either. In his bravery, he unfortunately (and unavoidably) stepped onto a spot that was extra slippery. With his arms backwards leaning on the railing, he skilfully ran in spot for a couple seconds in an attempt to regain his balance. However, the power of nature was too overwhelming for him. And so his legs slipped off the side of the staircase. And he began to fall.

The females looked and were too overcome with fear to say or do anything. Their legs froze in place. Had it not been for fear, they would surely have ran to rescue him, the one who so nobly put his life at risk for them! But of course, it was only the sudden fear and shock that was holding them back, nothing else.

As his legs slipped off, and his body started sliding under the railing into the depths of the unknown, he remembered that there were things he had to accomplish in his life. With the intensity of burning magma, the fortitude of the blazing phoenix, and the strength of a thousand suns, he threw his arms up and caught the railing by his own two hands. There he was, dangling above death.

He hung there among the misty rain, not a care in the world. Time seemed to stop. He felt no sense of danger. And, once again, with strength unparalleled by all the beasts of the field and birds of the air, he pulled himself up to safety. What a sacrifice, to risk his own body to let the females know that it was dangerous for them to attempt to traverse the stairs of great torment. What a sacrifice.

His name is Joses Wong, and he is from Halifax.