It's always darkest before the dawn

Florence + The Machine - Shake it out

And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a fine romance but its left me so undone
It's always darkest before the dawn..

Eternal Love

Sitting in the library by the window on this rainy Wednesday afternoon, I have the widest grin on my face. The reason to this smile is a very old couple. As I sat watching the rain and thinking about examples for scope management projects (an exam due tomorrow), I see an old lady step out of her car from the drivers seat. She opens her umbrella and carefully runs along to the passenger seat of her car. She reaches out her empty hand and a considerably older man slowly steps out, holding on to her shoulder. She wraps her arm around him tugging him closer so that they both fit under her umbrella. She then slowly guides him to the front door of the library. A sudden gush of wind and she loses grip of her umbrella, making them both slightly wet. Once inside, the old man gives out a big laugh looking at their situation and then the sweetest thing happened. He looked at her with kind loving eyes, wiped her moist forehead and bent down to give her a kiss.

Such a small gesture of love, and it changed my mind about something I've always doubted. I am now sure that there is something called 'Eternal Love'.

"Safely in each other's arms, 

to bid the rest of time.

Finding Eternal Love

so many seek to find."

PS: With that, I'm now having trouble thinking about Scope Management examples. 

Waiting.

"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering."

Paulo Coelho

How old is your soul ?

On a rainy sunday evening, watching a young woman curled up leaning against the window on a train, a distant look in her eyes fading far far away, her hands intertwined within her jacket to warm her slender body, her eyes gloomy and moist, her face having a million questions.. and with the same face, she looks at me, running her emotion through me.. and I think to myself - 'How old is your soul?'

Sometimes we age more than our years and its because of what life teaches us. Despite what we are capable of withstanding,  despite being vulnerable and despite being heart broken, its what life gives you.. and its what makes us forget the child within us. 

So... how old is your soul ?