Today I make new realizations. The people that tell our story are the people that we tell our lives, the people that hold the trophies with us are the people that we run the race with. Life my, friend, is nothing if without people. The stories of our lives will never exist in isolation; they will always be stories of enduring sharing, everlasting giving and unselfish receiving.
When we talk of the times in which we live, we talk of the people that we are living with. It is strange to me that there are many times when we share a seat with people that are living in a time far distant from ours. Couples share a bed and yet the two are living in different times. Then it seems to me that the times can be distant and yet the lives living them are so close.
Times my friend is what I am talking about. There are times when everything less means so much more and yet there are times when even the greatest of things means nothing at all. Those times live with us all the time and yet we all don’t live in them all the time. When we are in love, and I mean with anything, we seem to put weight on nothing at all. Pain, endurance, sacrifice and the many that may accompany us on our love walk will mean so much less. They will be superseded by a greater existence, a greater power, love. They all will seem like tiny children that are a natural result of the love we have.
Yet when we are out of love with those very things or people, we seem to shift the weight of importance. We seem to deem endurance a heavier power than love. Times, my friends change. Imagine then a husband and wife in which one is in love and the other out. The two will share a bed, a life, a family and God knows how much more and yet they will live in different times, and the time that unites them will mean greatly different things to the two of them.
Do you find yourself like that some times? In and out of different times? Well you are not at all alone. That is how we find life. If we were to remain permanently in one time zone, if I may borrow that phrase, I believe life would be very boaring.
But that also is for a particular time zone. We all have to get to a point of stability, which if you ever get to think of it, never happens. Life as we know it never stays stagnant. We keep getting better and it is because of that upward climb that we seem to ourselves and those that will tell our stories that we experience instability. It is a paradox, instability in the midst of stability and stability being the cause and result of instability.
At this point I make the most important paragraph of this article. Maturity is a result as well as a process. There is an instability that blows us out of proportion. It happens greatly and many times too when we are moving to maturity of a certain level. It makes us change our confessions and our beliefs. It almost makes us think that all that we experienced in the past is a lie and that the truth is yet to be discovered. This makes us seem like different people from the people we were when we believed. That is allowed but for a season. At the highest level of maturity, we have mastered how to put even instability in its proper context. We are not different people as the instability that brings in better maturity comes in. but to do this we need an anchor, a force greater than us and of course permanently stable. What will that be for you? What will make you look at things, people and life through only the window of truth? If you seek for the answer, you will find it.
When we listen to people we should be slow to judge and slow to speak. We need to realize that people are constantly on a journey of discovery and some discoveries put previous discoveries out of context only to put them in a better position later on. The person that has stopped discovering is one dead. And we should treat ourselves thus, until a point when we have matured enough to put every discovery in context without displacing the other discoveries of our lives, or orderily putting them in context.
That, my friends, is a much summarized explanation of my recent realization about times. We make them and yet they make us. When we listen to our selves and when we tell of ourselves to those many that will tell the story or hold the trophy with us, we need to let our selves know that we are all learning. And being the better man does not mean that you do not make mistakes. Because only in the summary of life, shall we no know for the first time what truly was a mistake and what was not, who truly was useless and who was not.
The people we meet today and the places we visit are not mistakes. And we can never make them that. I could make this the longest article I have ever written but I will leave all the other chapters for you to write. Times my friends, times.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Living In Today
I woke up in the morning and I got this feeling that I was late. I was an hour into my usual wake up time and I was not late for anything but myself. I got to work early and then I begun to realize me. I had left today and was living in a time far from today. But aren’t many of us like me? We many times catch ourselves leaving in a far off tomorrow. We begin to feel like we are not satisfied with where we are seated at the moment and time passes by with many of us doing nothing for ourselves.
A sence of worthlessness begins to sweep over everything we see and touch and we begin to ask ourselves what it really is that we are here to do. I was late today and yet I can tell you many more times when I was late, or I thought I was. Life to me is a series of many things , some good some bad. And because of that very fact, we can never tell what truly was a mistake and what was not until we have left this life for another.
We think of ourselves as beings whose future stretches through time. Yet we always look at that time as brief and so everything we need to do should be done quickly. But again, here I ask another question, how fast is fast enough?
We have seen men that had it all and then lost all of it or lost the most important elements of life, we have also seen men who seemed to never have had anything at all ,all their lives and yet we don’t know how much value they added to life in total.
Some how we all have an addition we make to life, even the wicked man for the day of judgment. Think of the bible talking about God punishing the sinner and yet all we see are the righteous. Think about many things , like political campaigns taking place whaen there is no corruption or economic instability.
We are a part of these things, when the thread of life is finally stretched out, we shall see just how much everything we did or experienced led to time coming to its end.
I remember my morning and I realize that while we strive to live where we are , we should strive to live in a better future. And I should add that we don’t have to worry about that because that time will bring us to fight for what it of greatest value and we shall make tomorrow better. We are never late and yet we are never too early. I believe we are always on time. The feelings we experience and the testimonies of others are all part of the devices designed to move us to where we are supposed to be. Many times I beleive that even our responces to those things could not have been different and yet they satisfy that same purpose.
So why the depression?
For some of us, it is given to have that desire to be better, for some that is simply absent until it will be stirred up to come to life. some men have not strived to be where they are and yet some others have. would things have been different? I don’t think so, I think other wise.
I have written this with no editing or premeditation, just an impulse being responded too. For this reason I know how easy it is to find me incorrect on many grounds and yet in know the opposite too can happen, and that would be right.
A sence of worthlessness begins to sweep over everything we see and touch and we begin to ask ourselves what it really is that we are here to do. I was late today and yet I can tell you many more times when I was late, or I thought I was. Life to me is a series of many things , some good some bad. And because of that very fact, we can never tell what truly was a mistake and what was not until we have left this life for another.
We think of ourselves as beings whose future stretches through time. Yet we always look at that time as brief and so everything we need to do should be done quickly. But again, here I ask another question, how fast is fast enough?
We have seen men that had it all and then lost all of it or lost the most important elements of life, we have also seen men who seemed to never have had anything at all ,all their lives and yet we don’t know how much value they added to life in total.
Some how we all have an addition we make to life, even the wicked man for the day of judgment. Think of the bible talking about God punishing the sinner and yet all we see are the righteous. Think about many things , like political campaigns taking place whaen there is no corruption or economic instability.
We are a part of these things, when the thread of life is finally stretched out, we shall see just how much everything we did or experienced led to time coming to its end.
I remember my morning and I realize that while we strive to live where we are , we should strive to live in a better future. And I should add that we don’t have to worry about that because that time will bring us to fight for what it of greatest value and we shall make tomorrow better. We are never late and yet we are never too early. I believe we are always on time. The feelings we experience and the testimonies of others are all part of the devices designed to move us to where we are supposed to be. Many times I beleive that even our responces to those things could not have been different and yet they satisfy that same purpose.
So why the depression?
For some of us, it is given to have that desire to be better, for some that is simply absent until it will be stirred up to come to life. some men have not strived to be where they are and yet some others have. would things have been different? I don’t think so, I think other wise.
I have written this with no editing or premeditation, just an impulse being responded too. For this reason I know how easy it is to find me incorrect on many grounds and yet in know the opposite too can happen, and that would be right.
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