Consider that you could be somebody else’s.
It’ a tried and tested fact, nobody’s perfect.
Do not fear fear. It only exists to serve as a pivotal impasse that points you to the right direction.
It takes so much to just stay put and be able to do nothing more than pee in your pants. Man’s natural instinct is to self-protect.
Acknowledge that you can do this. It doesn’t take courage, you’ve been wired for it.
The older you become, the easier it gets to distinguish between music and noise.
Having said that, everyone will still have their own kind of music and their own kind of noise.
Deal as you wish to be dealt with.
Sometimes not having one isn’t such a bad thing.
Keeping them to yourself could often be the better option.
Letting others speak their mind won’t kill you and they will always appreciate you for it.
Consider proximity to not necessarily be a factor to having quality time.
Sometimes there is more intimacy to be had in the few minutes before parting. A touch, a hug, is often all it takes to express all the love you hold. A person’s presence is always more strongly felt and better appreciated in his absence.
Consider that there’s more to togetherness than being together.
People who are noisy are not necessarily happy. People who talk a lot do not necessarily have much to say. Sometimes, when you pay attention to people, you’ve already given them all they need.
We’re staying put in California! Sorry Austin, it was very tempting, we’d give you that. But we’re good.
In the end, it was a choice between prestige, and more financial freedom and new adventures vs. time to take care of ourselves, time to enjoy the little things we have come to be grateful for, the time to laugh.
In a manner that I have no name for, it pleases me to know that where we are in our life right now does not make us want to grab at every opportunity that comes along… that we are in a place where it would take so much more to make us want to leave. For the first time ever, when I think that perhaps everything in our life is exactly as we want it to be, I don’t feel that I have to think twice, or bite my tongue.
Tomorrow is another day. It won’t be a fresh start, just more of the same good old thing.
I asked you to give me time because I wanted a chance to tell you, ‘Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of you.’
And you did. You hang in there although I’m not sure that was easy for you to do. I’m guessing it wasn’t, not with everything that was going on in your body at the time.
But you gave me the time.
I thought I was able to do a lot for you but I was wrong. You were doing it all for me. Because now I am reaping the fruits of the time you gave me… to be a tad better than I was before and be able to make for myself a better future, one where I can call the shots.
I can never thank you enough, Daddy.
I can never love you enough.
I miss you… so much.
I was on my way back from my walk and at the bend came a crow gliding down and landing a few meters in front of me. It probably sensed another’s presence in the vicinity for as I walked on, it kept trying to get away, for what I suppose was an instinct for self-preservation. After a few seconds of this, it started to dawn on me that I was coming on too fast for him to gear up enough for a flight cause he seemed to me like he was half-walking, half-flying and completely awkward.
So I stopped to give him a breather. When I did, the bird stopped too but not for long. In one fluid motion, he spread his wings and flew a decent height, landing on the branch of a nearby tree, where he stayed standing calm and with his head held high. It was graceful, and it was beautiful.
It probably is for every creature, man included. If we are given the time and space to be who we really are and what we were wired to be, we would be graceful, we would be beautiful.
We would reach heights.
We just came back from a walk, Papa and I. He showed me part of his regular walking trail, showed me things that amazed and amused him, showed me where the network of little paths led to. It was a nice day for a walk too, overcast. The sun was a little undecided whether to rise and shine or to sleep in. He decided to sleep in. That left us walking mostly in a cool shade and the only heat I ever felt was from my muscles which are in a hot mess to start with anyway from having been idle for so long.
My life got recently interrupted for a little over two weeks. I’m getting back on track, starting work again tomorrow. It was a hard two weeks though and the aftermath is a little daunting but nothing unmanageable. My life has been interrupted in so many ways before and this is just another one that goes into history, my history.
In a quiet moment during the walk, I pondered on this and thought, if not for the two weeks, I probably would have just come off work this morning and would either be catching up on sleep or stuffing whatever chores I could fit into the few hours before I crash. My life, as usual, right? Well not today, not this morning. Because my life got interrupted, I am enjoying this walk with my husband, in this glorious day that God has made. And this walk was so nice we’ve made a pact to do it again, on weekends when I wasn’t working. In fact, we’ve got a date on the Sunday after this. From the trail is a little path that leads to the main street leading to the movie theater. We decided we’d walk it on Sunday, watch a movie and walk back. I’m really looking forward to that. And I have this to look forward to because my life got interrupted.
I guess it’s like when a branch of a tree breaks. Growth for that branch stops but where it broke, the tree will find new ways to grow, to be whole again.
And maybe that’s what it all boils down to, the lives we live. It’s all a struggle to be whole. And when life interrupts, it’s actually showing you the way.