“Faith, hope, goodwill—these are just daydreams,” you say, dismissing them as “a fool’s paradise, empty words, it seems.” Life’s path, you claim, is turbulent and destined for unrest. You speak of false expectations, lofty ideals that sound so high and blessed but are, in reality, nothing but illusion. Then, you walk away, leaving behind only doubt and cynicism. But stop! I cannot help but smirk at your naivety.
Closed eyes see nothing, only darkness. Open your eyes, and behold this world—a world luminously alive, filled with rapture and glee, brilliant and radiant, a masterpiece of beauty. We sin, yes, but still, the call for prayer rises, the lamps are lit, burning away the insects that gather around them. Despite the hardships, their light never fails. Seasons come and go, each one returning with a promise of renewal. Flowers bloom, leaves spring to life, only to wither, grow pale, and fade. Yet, with time, new branches bear fresh green—an eternal, undying cycle.
Trust, hope, and love bind this world, my friend. They are continuous, immortal forces that never cease. Storms may approach, devastating nests and hives, but still, blessings abound in this life. We see the quakes, the debris, and the ruins, but from the rubble, new houses rise, and new lives begin where others once ended. We watch as planes are hijacked, trains crash, and we witness droughts, floods, and rains. Yet through it all, nature’s process never fails. A single step, and all perils and fears disappear. Stillborns are mourned, but life continues to find its way.