Salamanca day 6.
Attended Sunday Mass yesterday. Was dying of thirst and searching for any supermercado that is opened on sundays. Ended up walking right into a cathedral, where the heavenly voice of a nun singing a hymn pulled me deeper and deeper into the heart of the aisle.
And so I sat. Knelt. And prayed.
Silent tears streamed down my cheeks. Memories of Sept 22nd 2001, 13th august 2002, 11th Sept 2002 overwhelmed me as vividly as if i had travelled back in time. .
C’est la vie, my child..c´est la vie..
The miracle of life. Happens when you least expected it. Isn´t it?
Heartwarming messages on my blog that i´ve been reading over and over again..my heart is filled with gratitude.
On a tranquil night like this, i can´t help but feel that i am indeed blessed.
We lose some we gain some.
Some heartaches last forever, but so be it. I´ve always observed Life as a tragic joke so why don´t we just have a good laugh and get over it. It can be as simple or as complicated as you want it to be, aye?
As I sat in Plaza Mayor, basking in the warmth of the summer´s breeze, I cannot imagine going back to my old life-style, it seems so transient so fleeting so ephemeral. We have grown out of it and moved on. Haven´t we?
The music of the accordion filled the air with a glimpse of inner desires and longing. Woodrow Wilson once said,”we grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers”.
The search continues..
for truth, for love, for light.