Why Do the Birds Keep on Singing?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

[note: my "summary blurb" is always the first paragraph of my writing. it gives the reader an idea of what the writing is about. the reader need not know why i may have written it, or how i got the idea. all a reader has to do is understand the meaning behind the words or the thoughts being shared. and it is up to the reader to imagine the reason, the purpose or the idea that may have led to the writing itself. in this way, the reader becomes a part of my writing. in many of my writings i want the reader to use their own imagination when reading my words and thoughts.]

"there are times in everyone’s life when dark clouds cover the sunshine, and tears replace the laughter. there are times in everyone’s life when hope seems to have disappeared, and despair begins to settle in. it is the unpreventable swaying of the pendulum. the inescapable and inevitable. yet, outside i hear the birds singing. they sing a melody that awakens the heart and memories, that help to soothe the embittered emotions of loss and of anger that overtake human compulsions and impulses."

WHY DO THE BIRDS KEEP ON SINGING?

By Al Garcia

There are times in everyone's life when dark clouds cover the sunshine, and tears replace the laughter.  There are times in everyone's life when hope seems to have disappeared, and despair begins to settle in.  It is the unpreventable swaying of the pendulum.  The inescapable and inevitable.  Yet, outside I hear the birds singing.  They sing a melody that awakens the heart and memories, that help to soothe the embittered emotions of loss and of anger that overtake human compulsions and impulses. 

the emptiness of loss, and hear the silence and the loneliness of a broken heart.  It is the emotion and the sound emanating from within my very being.  How can the world keep on spinning, when my heart has been shattered and hurt?  How can the sun keep on shinning, when the light in my life has been dimmed by the shadows left behind?  Why must my heart keep on beating?  Why do the birds keep on singing? 

So many times have I felt such emotion and such loss.  Once when my father died, again when my mother passed away, and so many other times when I saw friends and comrades executed on malevolent fields of agony and anguish.  Each time, a part of me was lost.  Each time, I felt diminished and alone.  And each time, I heard the birds outside singing, and I asked myself, why do the birds keep on singing, when my world is collapsing as lives around me crumble and fall? 

And it was long after the pain began to ease, and the loss began to subside, that I finally realized why the birds kept on signing.  They sing the song of hope, of dreams and of life.  They sing the song that beckons back the pleasures that life can give, and of the days to come.  They echo the melody that accompanies the memories of what had been, and everything that was, if only for an instant, and not a lifetime. 

It may take a river of tears to finally understand the laughter and the joy that is left behind.  And it may take a lifetime and beyond to fully appreciate and grasp the essence of the hearts and souls of those who once cradled you, loved you unconditionally, or simply touched your life when you needed a friend, or someone to share your loneliness and fear. 

And now, especially during this long pandemic, and the natural and man-made tragedies that have devastated and traumatized us all, when I hear of death, of casualties, of loss -- I no longer ask why do the birds keep on singing?  I simply just enjoy their song, and know that one day soon, they’ll sing my song, and maybe someone just may ask, why do the birds keep on singing?  And in time, like me, maybe they too will find the answer.  Such a simple answer, to such complex notions as life and death.


Submitted: October 04, 2021

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moa rider

I too enjoy birdsong Al. When we're sick or facing tragedy, we think of our own melancholy, but the world and everything in it, doesn't stop for us. The sun rises and the birds sing, and that's the wonder - the circle of life. Usianguke

Mon, October 4th, 2021 6:15am

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