..a candle intended for me is intended for you, too..

Photo credit to Saleh

The moon lights the clear sky with few twinkling stars. I can feel the wind now subsided from emanating humid touch on my face. It's such a perfect night on the rooftop, the citywide is immersed with glowing lights from households and streetlamps. I took sometime taking shots of the quiet city from where I stand. Since it's my friend's 28th birthday, we brought with us two bottles of drinks. I said my birthday wish for her that went like: "Lord, I hope You will entrust him to me . But since my friend is now celebrating her 28th, I'd rather wish you grant her the boyfriend she's asking before You grant mine=) And the moon knew our silly laughs and jovial wish!

The past days were a bit of toil for me. Not because I have major issues in my personal life but because the people I love has. I always look at the sunset with the optimism of the rising sun. Everything that the day brings commence at sunset-the toxic duty, irate patients and their relatives, demanding doctors and sometimes, uncooperative work mates. But you cannot stop the sun from rising at the East-and this comes with my hope that the people I cared for will see what I'm seeing at the dawning of sunset. 

Though I have my own things to ponder upon, I cannot just be naive. I cannot act as if I do not care because it's hard to pretend that you don't. Then the others' weight become yours too. And you become dense, the magic "sponge" becomes soaked. Don't get me wrong but I love to listen, I love to impart what I have in anyway it can go along, I love to be on somebody's shoe and be part of their own walk. But at times, there are moments that you wanted to try to fix it all and you get weary realizing that you are not the Genie in the bottle. 

My secret way to get through is to ask. I often ask favor. I often ask someone to visit a church and light a candle for me as my alibi. Then out of pity for me, or let's just say subtle emotional manipulation (haha), I would receive an affirming answer. It's then I would start my secret job (which is not a secret anymore) to utter my prayers, hoping that the light emanating from the candle will aid the hand that eagerly lit it. That in every melting wax comes with it the melting of the pain they bear. There would be some of you who are now in such an inevitable situation of pain. And as of this writing, I too is feeling that pain for such a dearest friend. Whatever situation you might be undergoing now or struggling to overcome, remember this short story of Aladdin and the magic lamp shared to me by my spiritual mentor:

Aladdin discovered a dirty lamp. He then, without any second thought rubbed the lamp and the magic happened. The rest is history...But why did Aladdin rubbed the lamp in the first place? Because it was dirty.

We are the lamp. And we are all dirty.

And because we are dirty, God will never give up rubbing us until that magic happens. Yes, it would absolutely hurt. You will feel every pressure, mourn on every friction. But God will never leave you undone, until you are being cleaned up..until the magic happens.

Can you do me a favor? Please light a candle for me=)