There are some paths in life where we are just supposed to get through the brush with as little scrathes as possible. Sometimes we get lucky and find a tool to help us get to our destination easily. And at other times, its all we can do to get up off the ground, brush off the dirt and keep on treking.
But in the end, we find where we are supposed to be. Even if its at the end of the line, there is nothing left to lose, and life doesnt seem to be worth living anymore. That brilliant light of inspiration comes and everything that has beaten you down, doesnt seem so big anymore.
These opprotunities for trials come around and we ask for mercy from God. But the mercy is that you are getting the trial. Somehow we need that trial, somehow its a quality of our person to have that under our belts for future use.
I have recently found out what 'hopeless' means to feel. I am a hopeless romantic, hopeless in quantum physics, hopeless in love (at the moment). But with that, there leaves an open space for hope to actually come and fill my life. Since it was absent, there was nothing to fill the space before hope, so it has a reserved place in me. There is hope, but it hasnt occupide its seat yet.
At the end of the term, there are lose ends to tie, grades to perfect, and tests to take. It opens up a great start for the new beginning of the next term. From what has happened, lessons have been learned and I will be better for the next round.
I will be better.
I need to be better.
I can be better.
Love,
Andie;)
1 comment:
That was really beautiful! You said it well. There is great hope in the place that is opened up from the loss of other things.
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