The wind it blows, we drift from left to right, from place to place. We all believe we have control in our lives and it is the ultimate illusion that we hold. Although people believe this is a source of comfort but this isn't for me. I have no idea what I am doing, if I was given control in my life I would simply ruin it, drive myself to insanity. No sense future or past, it would be like drivig in the dark with blindfolds. Wishing for the best. Western psychology have told us that those who believe that they have control in their lives are those that are better achievers however those who believe their locus of control is elsewhere are riddle with anxiety and pressure. What?! Me given control of my life? This is recipe for disaster, I can barely keep my room in state of cleanliness how is possible for me to handle an entire life. I decide on things, yes, however the outcome is never what I foresee. I wish for things and yet I do not receive. What is the greater picture I look and find nothing, what am I missing, I muse. If I had control of my life I would be a different state. I would be a different person. A better person? That is hard to say. Would I be a happier person? I never seek happiness for it is a trap or so I have been told. Happiness is a state and a temporal state at best. The way joy is moment in time but not a constant state, the way anger is a flame in that moment so is happiness. What we really seek is contentment, it is balanced, not too emotive states like joy and anger but in between. Acceptance of what is but realising that pain is always part of the equation.
The wind it blows. Pain - it's strikes us in the place we hold the most dear - our hearts.Our hearts it beats but it can cry, it can darken, and it can lighten. We can hold resentment, anger, love, and unbearable pain in our hearts. Sometimes it can't even feel normal without the pain and sadness because without it, it feels empty. The heart is never empty but we often feel that it is. Because if we remove the pain - what are we left with? The heart is made to be filled and when one stain leaves another enters. We are left with marks of wear and tear, battle scars, we show them off to people who will listen. Not proud but simply that this is what I have been through, are you willing to accept? We find kindness in strangers who forno reason see your scars and your wounds and then in return show their's. The heart is never beyond repair, but can be in a dire need. It can be broken but can be put back together. When heart is broken we pick up the pieces and then slowly put them together again. Its not perfect and there are signs of repair. But I dare you to find a person who's heart is not bandaged up and bruised!
The wind it blows, we drift from left to right, right to left. Like wild flowers in the field we are swayed easily by the wind. Where we will go, we don't know. How we will get there, we do not know. But we will get there, wherever it may be, because we are destined to be there and no matter how much we wish otherwise if we need to be there will get there in due time.
Trust in God for He is the giver of life, death, wrath, love and mercy.
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