The sky

I remember when I was 16 (I think), I watched a Japanese drama entitled Koizora (Sky of Love). It was a wonderful show, about how pure and faithful their love was. But, I'm not here to make a review of the drama, but I'm here to talk about something else that intrigues me regarding the topic. And no, not a topic discussing about love, if that's what you're thinking. Eheh! Oy!

I was actually referring to the sky. You know, if you want to know something about me, then this one fact is really significant : I love the sky. I love looking at it, I love every bit of it. I don't like plane rides, but whenever I'm on a plane, I can't help it but to feel happy and okay about the ride. (No, seriously, plane rides are scary!! Ugh!) It's okay, just as long as I can see the clouds, and it's okay, just as long as I can be a part of the sky. The sky is truly beautiful.

Every time I look up at the vast blue sky, with its patches of clouds, I can't help it but to feel calm. I remember when I was 13, I was given a chance to go to Kuching's meteoric -- well, I don't know what the place is called, but they studied clouds and formations of clouds or something like that. Meteorology, or was it something like that? Anyway, like I was saying, ever since that trip, I fell in love with the sky because of its uniqueness and awesomeness.

2012 : Kiama, Australia

As I grew older, I began to see life more clearly and slowly, the reality and truth about life starts to unfold. There was a death in my family when I was 16, and ever since that day, I began to see life differently. It's just because that the person was someone that I was closed with, and it affected me a lot. I remember listening 'When I Look To The Sky' when I was sad and missing the person a lot. But, somehow, whenever I looked at the sky at the time, I felt like as if the person was still ever so close and near to me. Then, the next year, I, yet again, had to dealt with another death in the family, and this time, it was someone who was very, very close with me. The death had caused me a terrible amount of grief. Anyway, I'm not going into details about this. Let's just say that, now, whenever I feel like I miss them, I would always look up at the sky, and somehow my hurt is at ease.

Now that I've grown even older, I'm beginning to see the true reasoning as to why Allah created the sky -- well, at least in my point of view, that is! As of now, whenever I feel sad or lonely, or life's too tough, I look up and breathe in the magnificent view of the sky. The sky makes me realize that Allah is ever so close and near, and just by gazing up on the sky, I feel loved and cared for. The sky isn't always a vast blue beauty, but there are also times where the sky would turn grey and scary. But no matter, I still find that the sky is wonderful. When it turns grey, it reminds me that it is normal to have a life filled with problems and vulnerability. And when it rains, it always reminds me that it is normal to cry once in a while. Because after the rainstorm, the sun will come out again, and the sky always turns blue again. That's how beautiful the sky is.

And that's how I want to view my life as. I want to view life as the vast blue sky filled with abundance of beauty. I want to be able to keep moving, and to keep being beautiful like the sky. To spread its vastness to no end and make anyone smile during their toughest battles and storms. I want to be there like how its clouds are always there to shelter us from the heat of the sun. I want to be like the sky, always praising Allah and being thankful always. The sky is magnificent.

Look at the sky, and see.
Isn't this life filled with beauty?
The clouds are always white and puffy,
sometimes it turns grey and look scary.
And that is life, can't you see?
Giving us colours of the rainbow, magnificently.
Like I told you once, two times or three,
Allah is always there for you and for me.
Also, the sun will always shine so brightly,
just like how life can get a little cloudy.
But, don't fret, don't worry,
because that is life just showing its beauty.
So, smile, my dear, smile prettily,
shed those tears if you must, but dry them quickly.
Look up at the sky, and see.
This life is just an abundance of beauty.
Put your head high and smile prettily,
remember always, remember this wholeheartedly:
Allah is always there for you and for me.
Always, and that's a guarantee!

Sometimes all we have to do is to take a moment, breathe in and savour the beauty of life around us. Take some time to appreciate nature, and be okay again. Remember that always, Mardyati. Remember that always!