the years we have lived
What does it mean to walk where
The rest of the world is running,
To gaze longer at the moon wondering
If the surface is but the reflection of
Our own world.
What does it mean to love beyond
Love itself, where does the boundary stand
Between weakness and helplessness.
Today I turned 21, alhamdulilah. Of course I didn't celebrate- I saw no point in celebrating a day that has brought me only closer to my death. But I was grateful for this day, especially this day, because it was the day, 21 years ago, that I breathed my first. I sat in the car for a while and looked to the sky and reflected on all the years that have led to this day; some seemed long while others, like today, seemed but hours. And I thought to my self: "what do we have to speak for the years we have lived". Sure, we can say that we've lived two decades or more. Our mothers can testify for us as well. But what do we have; what actions/impacts do we have that can attest to years well lived. Not just years lived. I wrote a post about a year ago and I concluded that entry with the following words:
The rest of the world is running,
To gaze longer at the moon wondering
If the surface is but the reflection of
Our own world.
What does it mean to love beyond
Love itself, where does the boundary stand
Between weakness and helplessness.
Today I turned 21, alhamdulilah. Of course I didn't celebrate- I saw no point in celebrating a day that has brought me only closer to my death. But I was grateful for this day, especially this day, because it was the day, 21 years ago, that I breathed my first. I sat in the car for a while and looked to the sky and reflected on all the years that have led to this day; some seemed long while others, like today, seemed but hours. And I thought to my self: "what do we have to speak for the years we have lived". Sure, we can say that we've lived two decades or more. Our mothers can testify for us as well. But what do we have; what actions/impacts do we have that can attest to years well lived. Not just years lived. I wrote a post about a year ago and I concluded that entry with the following words:
"In this journey, I believe most of us, if not all of us, are seeking a meaningful life. I do not want to have walked upon the shores of this world, only to turn and find that the sand has clung to my feet, but the land is bare of my prints. To live marked, without having left a mark of my own."
What are we celebrating? What will we leave to the world when we pass- will you be mentioned as a person who lived and died or as an individual who left a a mark of his own on this world. If your years could speak, what would they say? And what is there to celebrate when today, just like any day. is another hour that has passed on the clock of life?
I hope I will grow to become more deserving of this time that Allah (swt) has given me,
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