New Leaf

The world has ended several times over. Believe it.

For every single second that the clock ticks away, a moment of death passes by and takes over a life. All it takes is one word that grips one person's heart and mind. Failure. Disappointment. Heartbreak. Death.

We have heard it all before. From a stranger, a friend, a family member. From ourselves. Have we not?

And then, there is tomorrow.

There is a reason why the word Life passes through our lips every now and again. Rebirth exists. The dictionary says so. Neither one might matter today, most especially to a broken heart and a shattered soul. But tomorrow, life wills itself to take place, and rebirth happens -- no matter how inconspicuous and unwelcome they may be at our darkest, most despairing moments.

Until suddenly, we trip over today and realize how many tomorrows we have shoved to yesterday. Again, the world seemed to have ended twice over, passing us by without noticing it. We then own the exclamation that it was never what we intended for to happen; that we never wanted, lest hoped for our whole world to stop yet again. Because finally, we have come to realize our thirst to live and start over anew, in the very same world that we have been in.

But that is an impossibiilty. It could never happen anymore. That world is long gone, and burried in the past. And a part of us, no matter how great or small it may be, has already died along with it. And we have changed along the course. The past is nothing more but a memory to be relived only in the mind.

Yet rest not our hearts in grief. Such leaf of life may have fallen, but our lifetime is yet to take a full turn. A part of us may have died, but we should not fail to notice that there is still life left for us to live, a leaf to turn.

Alas, we are reborn. Today we live, a little wiser than yesterday, a little stronger. Patience engulfs us with the knowledge of making the most out of everything and every moment at hand; allowing a room for anticipation for all the tomorrows that should come. And should we travel back down memory lane, we shall be our own guardian.

For every world that has ended, and every part of us that has died, we will find a leaf turning in our own tree of life. Finally, we earn back our worth, loving the saint in ourselves and accepting the sinners that we are.

This world will end, maybe sooner than we expect. We should live for all its worth.