Lord, what is happening to me? I feel so numb and I don't understand. Is this feeling okay? What is the whole point if we live just to die? Why does it have to be now, and not decades later? What is the essence of life? What is the meaning of this brief stay on this side of eternity? I see folks with swollen red eyes, and others with dry eyes but pious looks on their faces and can't help but wonder what if... Where shall we go from here? How shall we prevent further occurence or are we doomed to suffer the same fate? Sons die, daughters die, fathers die, mothers die, young ones die, aged folks die, wives die, husbands too. The order in which they die however is not known by anyone but by God. This brings me back to my already futile quest-knowing the point of it all... We live, we die.Why is it that we don't really respond or show up to our folks when good things happen to them? Seems to me like we have taken those good things for granted because they happen every now and then anyway. We show up in huge numbers to offer our condolensces when something bad or really bad happens because they don't happen everyday and jerk us back to life and cause us to do a reality check. My numbness ended at the cemetry. Even though I couldn't see what was going on from the back, I joined in the singing of the hymn 'it is well with my soul'. The reality dawned on me with a 'thud' as a shovel-full of sand landed on the casket six feet 'beyond'. My heart skipped a beat, then raced for a couple of seconds that seemed like eternity and a dreadful feeling came over me. I took a solitary walk out of the graveyard.
This is the lyrics of a song that I wrote a while back, decided to title it Cynical. I am still looking for a singer who will add melody to it and use it to bless humanity. If you have concrete ideas, please send an email. Inspiration There have been some low points in my life that I battled with depression, and this period was one of such. I was in the middle of my 'extra year' in the university, was working part-time with a publishing house, and was barely keeping it together. That distorted my view of the world dynamics a little. When I put pen to paper, this is what I came up with. CYNICAL I have become Cynical With all I've been through Though your Love has been there all along I've chosen not to be thankful anymore I hardly ever look forward To the time we've always shared Now I see the light, I change my ways Am pushing aside my busyness to be with you I remember the season When all I had is your Love But so many distractions...
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