Hidden

 

What is it about life that regardless of how much we try to control and plan each moment of it, that our plan is never the outcome that we had constructed brick by brick in our heads?

Down to the tiniest detail; the sound of the wind on a calm fall evening or the smell of a turkey roasting

Right when we are 100% sure that we know how a day will play out, life always surprises us or in some cases disappoints us.

But we didn’t stop creating the architecture of our own days when things didn’t work out the first time or we didn’t stop striving for the things that we wanted most.

It seems that we believe that one day it will work, one day we will have the perfect day.

We don’t give up on it yet, at the same time we are completely unaware that we are even fighting for it at all and we still endure the hurt, suffering and tragedy that life throws at us.

And even though we fail at many things, we stand right back to our feet, we start fighting again and we don’t know why.

One day we realize, through all of our pain and all of our trials that we were fighting to be understood, we were fighting for another person the entire time

that without us, would not have been able to one day see how beautiful the world really is once you can see someone’s eyes light up and see them smile.

Because you, you never gave up on them all along. your hopes, your dreams and your joy, lay hidden in the heart of another and theirs in yours.

That’s when everything makes sense.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem for someone I care very much about and who is also probably my best friend even with all the rough patches we have had. Its a realization that once we reached the pivotal points in each of our lives we had no idea that what we wanted so much was so close.