I feel It


Yes I may have not see or worship It as the way you do.

What I may have known for all this while is how I can feel It.

When I see a young woman who spend her weekend night patiently teaching a small boy how to read under the lamp post; I feel It.

When I see a mother working passionately to build up a school, not just for her children but for the children from some marginal community; I feel It.

When I see an old couple build a shelter for stray dogs and lovingly feed them, bathe them and care for them; I feel It.

When I see an Olympic athlete were left behind by all of his competitors, but did not give up and keep on running with tremendous determination to the finishing line and eventually won the gold medal; I feel It.

Those are the feelings that I find is so impossible for me to convey towards you.

Those are the feelings that make me cry alone and make me think about what I have done or will be doing to make myself more compassionate, more loving, more patience in making this world a better place.

For somehow I feel It is teaching me through all these wonderful and beautiful souls.

Fret not as I am here not to make you understand me or to accept me, for I know it is hard for you to look through my eyes as I am through yours.

Because at the end my day, I will only answer to It.

Alone.

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