exactlywhat i shall do.
do you like rain?
i don't know.
i guess you could say i don't like rain.
because the rain covers the wonderful sky.
covers it like an obnoxious black sheet.
but only when its covered.
covered with the black sheet we call storm.
only then,
will we get to see the beauty that is rain.
sometimes in this world,
we go around,
not knowing all the beauty that is,
just beside us.
we only focus on what is said,
what is said to be beautiful.
all the concentration is only on what is said,
what is said to be beautiful.
sadly almost all the world,
is like that.
sadly there aren't more people,
who can be different, not like them.
but i guess it's all part of the plan,
everything in every number,
has it's purpose.
and a very good one at that.
if everyone was the top of the class,
there would be no one at the bottom.
but there has to be someone at the bottom.
if not then it will be out of balance.
it's not easy getting to the top.
and it's not easy getting out of the bottom.
but thanks to them,
someone else gets to be tops.
if everyone were an executive,
a rich man,
who would serve the food?
who would keep the streets clean?
it is no one.
but because there are people at the bottom,
there are people at the top.
and that makes it all so beautiful.
everyone only looks at the top.
because the top is where they want to get.
as they scramble up the jagged stone walls,
their hands get cut, some fall.
fall back down.
but they are not alone.
for the real beauty,
the real support,
the real reason,
why there are people at the top.
is because there are people at the bottom.
if there were no dark clouds,
there wouldn't be bright clouds.
if there were no rain,
there wouldn't be sunshine.
if there were no black sheet,
there wouldn't be blue, crimson, white.
then the normal sunny skies wouldn't be so beautiful.
not anymore.
yet in spite of all the disregard.
in spite of all the dislike.
the rain is there,
the rainy sky is there.
it's been there through all the times.
ready to make way for the sun to shine.
just at the time hope looks dimmest.
before we see rain,
we see the black sheet.
it starts to engulf the blue sky.
an obvious warning on what's coming up ahead.
trouble is brewing.
and it's too late to turn back now.
but without trouble,
there would be no peace.
without learning suffering.
we would not learn joy.
it's a contrast that is so large.
and yet we will never understand.
we will never grasp.
until we've been there ourselves.
and i just want you to know.
that we don't need to walk through,
the rain all alone.
there is the umbrella.
there is the raincoat.
but what's most important.
is that there is each other.
and because we learn suffering,
we learn how to tide the pain. together.
because we have a desire, a passion.
we learn to dream.
and because we dream,
we learn to believe in ourselves.
that someday we will reach the dream.
and there will come times,
where we progress so rapidly towards it.
we will run.
and oh how lovely the skies would be.
and there will come times,
where the obstacle will just hit us in the feet.
we will fall.
and the sky suddenly is covered by the black obnoxious sheet.
that is rain.
that is pain.
that is suffering.
and we will have to walk through it.
some of us have our umbrellas in hand.
some of us,
don't.
but in the end,
the umbrella is a shelter.
maybe an important one yes.
to protect us from the invisible daggers.
but in all it is just a shelter.
hiding forever will not get you anywhere.
waiting for the rain to stop is just,
an act of cowardice.
whatever happened to the dream,
the belief that you could make it through.
you have left all of that back,
in the days of the elegant blue skies.
the days that used to be there.
and now you are hiding away.
waiting for the rain, the suffering.
to go away.
that you might go back to your lovely skies again.
but by the time it stops.
all the hope,
all the belief.
all the desire.
has passed.
hope will become just an ordinary phenomenon.
belief just a lie.
and desire just temporary.
the passion is gone.
the flame of the dream is put out.
from this day and the next.
never to be lighted again.
is this what you want?
your flame put out so abruptly.
and you cease all hope, all belief.
you think the rain woke you up.
and yet you are, not even touched by the water that fell.
under your protection.
what you thought was protection.
but it was just a bypass.
a bypass to learning suffering.
and as you go back to the now mundane life.
the sky doesn't look as blue as it used to.
the flowers don't look any brighter,
and everything around looks just grey.
then you realise the bypass wasn't,
so good after all.
so before we realise it's too late.
let's take the other way.
let us run through the rain.
let every drop hit us.
take the pain,
and leave it behind with the now diminished drizzle.
take it and live with it.
until the blue starts to emerge.
emerge from the black again.
because we believe we can.
because we believe,
the flame will not go out.
the flame that is the dream.
and the hope,
and the belief.
will be an oil lamp.
for the oil lamp never goes out.
oil and water don't mix.
the oil sees the rain droplets approaching.
and it prepares,
it prepares for war.
and through all the thorns,
through all the pricks,
all the bruises,
all the slashes.
we will fight on.
with a blazing oil lamp to light our way,
let's take this chance.
we're going to walk.
we're going to run.
no matter how slippery.
no matter how many times we fall.
we will run.
because when there is belief there is faith.
and when there is belief there is love.
this is our dream,
we believe in it.
and the suffering, however powerful it might be,
has no right to take it away.
we've arrived at the crossroads.
and here we must choose.
which path shall we take?
this is my question to you.
we can run through the blue sky,
we can run through the path where the grass is green,
sure we can run through the road that is smooth,
and the fields filled with flowers, ever blooming.
but can we walk through the rain alone,
do we need something,
to help us tide the hopes and faiths through?
and this is where you decide.
the umbrella or the lamp.
and then suddenly, with a few last words.
i'll be gone. and you'll be alone.
ready to face what fate is in store for you.
and what will those words be?
"with belief there is faith,
and with belief there is love."
even if you take the umbrella,
with the mundane world in destination.
even if you take the lamp,
ready to bear with all the pain.
you won't bear it alone.
the umbrella will be snatched away.
it will hit the floor and in all it's supposed protection.
it is now left there to bear the rain.
what it was supposed to bear.
the lamp will be snatched away.
it will hit the floor and it will continue burning.
and together with the umbrella,
tide the suffering that they both have found.
and then i will take your hand.
the hand that is now free.
of rage to fight the pain,
or fear of contacting it.
and then i will take that hand.
and together we will run.
run through the rain,
run through the soaked flowers,
run through the soft soil and grey grass.
run through the black obnoxious sheet of sky.
hopes and faiths in hand,
we shall keep moving forward.
forward to only one thing.
with only one thing in mind.
and towards our ever-approaching rainbow,
you shall run.
and i shall run with you.
for with belief there is faith,
and with belief there is love.
and with everything there forms a dream.
a dream that can become our reality.
...
and away we go.