Life is full of twists isn't it?
Just the other day I woke up thinking how much I'd 'grown up' recently...but then more lessons were learnt...in actual fact, when are you done growing up?
When you can retire and live on your savings?
When you are able to tell someone you're been through it all?
When you've met that wonderful someone?
When you've had kids?
Somehow...somehow I don't think it's any of the above...I think they are all roadmarks...but not growing up. I've met childish 50yr-olds and devastatingly mature 5yr-olds.
Maybe it's realizing that life has a way of throwing you down and sitting on your head stifling you till you think it's all over and you have to give up...and then a miracle happens...and you can breathe again...and you realize that you don't know everything or even close to what you wish you knew.
I don't believe you can ever really say you've 'grown up' other than physically...and in maturity... but no one ever really finishes 'growing up' till they die.
People have a way of surprising you...they never cease to amaze me...I like sitting on the bus or train watching people...I do get caught staring sometimes...=) wondering what their life is like, why they're wearing that tshirt...why they're on the bus...what they're going through...what lessons they've learned that I still have to go through...and inventing stories about them.
The other day I had an old granny who lived with her son and daughterinlaw and secretly listened to rock music while she cleaned the house when they were at work during the day.
It's funny, but somehow after being heart broken over something, you really can suddenly sense a peace...it's like the calm after the storm...the debri still lie scattered around you, but the wind isn't so cold it hurts, the sun is even shining through...and the world just seems fresh...and new... and exciting again when you thought you couldn't get over whateveritwas that hurt you so bad.
Life is wonderful...life is meant to be lived! Life is meant to get us on our knees so we can pray, not bear our necks for the blade...if we look up when expecting the blade, we will be surprised to see instead of an executioner, a friend...the person chasing you wasn't the law, it was *you* that was running away from Him...running so hard you were blinded by lack of oxygen and couldn't see anything but your fears.
Reflections...dangerous? If you've got something to hide. Enjoyable? Not always. Something to dread? No. Worth thinking about? Absolutely!!!
Think about it...will you reflect???
Just the other day I woke up thinking how much I'd 'grown up' recently...but then more lessons were learnt...in actual fact, when are you done growing up?
When you can retire and live on your savings?
When you are able to tell someone you're been through it all?
When you've met that wonderful someone?
When you've had kids?
Somehow...somehow I don't think it's any of the above...I think they are all roadmarks...but not growing up. I've met childish 50yr-olds and devastatingly mature 5yr-olds.
Maybe it's realizing that life has a way of throwing you down and sitting on your head stifling you till you think it's all over and you have to give up...and then a miracle happens...and you can breathe again...and you realize that you don't know everything or even close to what you wish you knew.
I don't believe you can ever really say you've 'grown up' other than physically...and in maturity... but no one ever really finishes 'growing up' till they die.
People have a way of surprising you...they never cease to amaze me...I like sitting on the bus or train watching people...I do get caught staring sometimes...=) wondering what their life is like, why they're wearing that tshirt...why they're on the bus...what they're going through...what lessons they've learned that I still have to go through...and inventing stories about them.
The other day I had an old granny who lived with her son and daughterinlaw and secretly listened to rock music while she cleaned the house when they were at work during the day.
It's funny, but somehow after being heart broken over something, you really can suddenly sense a peace...it's like the calm after the storm...the debri still lie scattered around you, but the wind isn't so cold it hurts, the sun is even shining through...and the world just seems fresh...and new... and exciting again when you thought you couldn't get over whateveritwas that hurt you so bad.
Life is wonderful...life is meant to be lived! Life is meant to get us on our knees so we can pray, not bear our necks for the blade...if we look up when expecting the blade, we will be surprised to see instead of an executioner, a friend...the person chasing you wasn't the law, it was *you* that was running away from Him...running so hard you were blinded by lack of oxygen and couldn't see anything but your fears.
Reflections...dangerous? If you've got something to hide. Enjoyable? Not always. Something to dread? No. Worth thinking about? Absolutely!!!
Think about it...will you reflect???
3 comments:
Nicely written Gracious. By the way, i love that picture you were telling me about the butterfly and the sun rising at the background. Very beautiful! :)
Hey Grace,
nice and melodramatic as usual.
I can't think of anything to say,
what was that picture of some reflections?
Did you borrow a camera or something?
Miss you
Terrible wording grace, to many ...s, tut tut. Miss you.
Nat.
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