The Paperweight

And one fine morning, you will wake up and you will not disbelieve in anything anymore. You will look at your life playing out in divine order. You will feel every emotion, every energy, and smile. Even if there is that residual sadness, it will sit quietly inside you and not gnaw at your heart anymore. You will be able to look at its beautiful crystalline form twirling under your joyful fingers – like a beautiful crystalline paperweight on your desk that once held down sheets of paper, but now you use like a spinning top during an engaging conversation – as if it were a happy, weightless object under its master’s divine hand.

You will know that the grief is only an item in a bright sunny study. It has shrunk from being the mammoth brittle rock occupying the entire room. It once was. But it.

It has metamorphosed. It now shines like diamond, reflecting the sunlight despite itself.

That’s how light sadness will feel today. And every day, from today onwards.

I promise you will reach that day if you are willing to stay committed to finding the purpose of your life.