With a cup of coffee in hand, I reviewed how my days have been. What have I invested my time for? My energy? And like a subtle cold wind touching my skin, I heard this gentle voice bringing me up to my senses, a question I haven’t pondered on for quite some time. #sundaewrites
Be present. It doesn’t matter what you do or what you’re feeling. Reward yourself with the very gift of this moment. Feel every breath, wake up your senses and savor every minute.
It’s easy to go through our days distracted by seemingly urgent matters. We react to things and fail to exercise our ability to initiate, to begin, to design our lives that way we want it to. Now more than ever is the best time we take responsibility. It’s time to get a grip, to make a stand and resolve how our day will be before it even starts, regardless of what’s going to transpire.
I realized I have unconsciously allowed the victim mentality to rule my mind these past few weeks. I don’t know how it even managed to creep in. I found a lot of reasons to blame something or someone for what I’m feeling, so days have been long, hours have been a drag. I pushed and pushed harder that I forgot how it feels to walk and just enjoy the sunshine. My head is flooded with unimportant thoughts. I miss home, I miss my family, I miss the beauty and simplicity of the olden days, of my childhood, all those years before adulthood.
Is growing up a bad thing? Not at all. It’s just that we tend to forget how it is to be a kid- to laugh often, to play, to not hold grudges, to desire big dreams, to dare, to be fearless, to stand up for what’s right, to be honest about our feelings and our thoughts and not be ashamed of it.
When we were kids, we were bolder, we were free-spirited. Why? Because we knew we are loved. We knew that we matter. We believed that we have nothing to lose. We stumble and fall, yes, but we knew that we can stand up again and run- such courage, such faith, such willpower.
I woke up to a quiet morning today, to the sound of the birds chirping away and enjoying the warmth of the sun. With a cup of coffee in hand, I reviewed how my days have been. What have I invested my time for? My energy? And like a subtle cold wind touching my skin, I heard this gentle voice bringing me up to my senses, a question I haven’t pondered on for quite some time. “What is this all about?”
More than just fulfilling my life’s purpose, I want to leave a legacy. The day’s reflection delivered these words, “Great sermons aren’t preached, they’re lived.” So if I am to teach someone, I may do so with fewer words.
You and I both know it’s never easy. We all start with good intentions but some days some things get the better of us. When life pulls you in different directions, when you feel overwhelmed, and can’t seem to take one more step, it’s good to remind ourselves of this question, “What is this all about?” And I hope your answer would give you:
- comfort when there’s pain,
- joy when there’s a lot to complain,
- peace when everything around is in chaos,
- hope in despair,
- gentleness in the midst of noise,
- forgiveness when there’s lack of it.
Then maybe you can strip away all that is not important, simplify things again, and start from there. That way you narrow down your focus to just a few, the ones that really matter.
Question:
Have you pondered about this question- “What is this all about”? What answers did you get? Did it change the next days of your life? Share your thoughts here. There’s always a lot we can learn from each other.
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