There was once a boy captivated by a girl,
He watched him constantly from afar.
Peculiar yet completely understandable –
For the girl is such a wonder to behold.
And he wonders, continuously –
How does someone stays cheerful,
After a long day of endless labor,
After being mistreated and called names?
How does she manages to smile genuinely,
The kind that reaches her eyes like it’s nothing,
Like she’s not having a hard time,
Like she’s not living a difficult life?
He couldn’t and could never do it,
Not even for all the tea in Han,
Not for all the coffee in Jawi,
Not for anything remotely important.
But, who is to blame a person who suffers?
Who is to say “all shall be well?”
Who is to console someone well aware,
Of his numbered, passing, precious time?
Yet, as he watches her from afar he’s changing,
Like the seasons that comes and goes.
He’s coming to realize their differences,
Coming to understand what he’s missing.
Suffering as with pain demands attention,
It demands to be known and understood,
It demands time to be embraced and felt,
Yet that’s not all to it, it’s a whole lot more.
By knowing pain one begins to appreciate,
By knowing pain one begins to be thankful,
By knowing pain one becomes stronger,
By knowing pain, happiness becomes sweeter.
Thus the boy who know his numbered days,
Before the numbers completely dwindled by,
Found peace and sweet happiness,
By accepting and knowing pain.