Making Peace

Today, I'm making peace with a lot of things.

First off, I'd like to make peace with the rain - that gift from nature which I've loved for so long, whose embrace I used to look forward to each time it showers the world with its bounty. To the rain, I know you didn't mean to do us harm. Or perhaps you gave us your warnings but we never heeded them.

Then, I'd like to make peace with the sun, whose fierceness I've always abhorred, whose presence I've always took for granted and whined about, and hid from. Perhaps I failed to recognize what life would be like if there was no sunshine. To the sun, thank you for the constancy, for being around even when I forgot to be grateful.

I'd also would like to make peace with Love. It is not your fault that you chose to be picky. It is not your fault that you never picked me. You will move on, sometimes in sheer joy, sometimes in sublime peace, sometimes in ultimate terror, sometimes in exquisite, unsurpassed pain. I will move on too.

And lastly, I'd like to make peace with myself. It is not my fault that I chose to love, even if Love did not choose to be returned.

Today, I will make peace with a lot of things. The beauty of the sunset lies in its brevity. An epiphany is knowledge seen in pure clarity. Clarity only lasts for a moment. And a moment is no longer a moment if it lasts.