Though it's hard to imagine, someday I'll tell my children the story I'm
writing with my life today.
But that realization does little to save me
from the puzzling maze called now.
" History never looks like history
when you're living through it, It always look confusing and messy, and
it always feel uncomfortable," says John Gardner.
I am now in the middle of messiness and confusion. I still have so many
questions. Will I know when I'm walking trough my story for first
time? Will I have to choose between the person who loves me and the
one I love? What matters when I'm already 50 years old? Will time
stand still for one moment to tell me that this person-this one person,
out of all the billions bustling on the planet-is the one? Will I realize
when it happens? Or might i miss it?
Some questions are probably best left unasked. I know I should put
them aside and wait for life to unfold it's mysteries. Someday when
I'm older and wiser I'll sit back and tell my story to someone who will
listen. I'll probably tell some young fool the same things I get so tired
of hearing from others " You can't rush these things".
Someday when I'll look back on my story it will definitely bring tears
of joy and tears of remorse. It will remind me of God's Goodness. It
will be a story of Selfless Love, Faith and Commitment.
Remember, someone, somewhere will read your story and be it a happy
story or a story with sadness, it may have as much meaning to the
reader, as it has to you.
Many of us lead similar lives, if we can gain experience from each
other, our lives hopefully, should be easier.
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