My name is Cesar.
I just hope this body can survive
The dangerous yearnings of my soul.Ask Me
To be truly happy?
The question of the soul who wants more,
Because these earthly things
They rust, dull, disappear,
And what beauty lies
In the cycle of
Restoration and destruction
Such mundane things.
The beauty lies within us
For we were granted a magic touch
To bless these things
Of every color imaginable,
Or no color at all,
With a purpose.
And with purpose,
There is indisputable beauty.
Is that not why we seek it?
What does that mean?
Perhaps it may be left in the vague,
A simple notion that these things,
As well as us,
Were meant to do something great.
Someone had blessed all we see
With a purpose before we came to be.
If we’re meant for something,
Does that not mean everything
Was intended for greatness
Well when you find that certainty,
That there exists One who planned
Something more than you’ve yet to fathom,
That these fruits and these animals,
This air, these waters,
Were meant to suffice for your body,
But this craving of your soul,
The wanderlust of the unknown,
Of that phenomenon called
Lies in a blessing that unfolds daily
What is true happiness?
To me, and perhaps to few others,
Is the refuge I can find in His promise,
That there is something grand intended for me,
And with no doubt in my faith,
I can grasp what true happiness feels like.