Prayer. Breakfast. Writing a paper. Violin practise. Workout routine. Petite lunch. Violin class. Reading a post on Engineering. (Social media in between). That's the sequence of my events today. Honestly, I wonder if they all make sense, most times. I usually say that God has given me a variety of gifts so it's always been difficult understanding when or how to use them; it seems like most of the time I am developing them, perhaps as a way of being forearmed: "to be forewarned is to be forearmed" the sages say. To be honest, it's something I am learning to do: balance. However, I am reminded of those words in The Book that say, "Why you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while then vanishes." (James 4:14) How many times we think we have it all figured out until life (God) reminds us of our finite-ness. We say "tomorrow I'll do this plan and the next" only for these plans to be re-routed. Instead, we ought to say if the Lord wills, I'll do this and that . . . The fact that I am not aware of where I shall be tomorrow at a time like this, or how my dispositions will be aligned somehow reminds me that we only know so much; we can only know so much.
Some are of the opinion that all that befalls us is a random cacophony of atoms; misguided collisions that are given to probability. I guess, we share the same opinion that we know little but the above view is an extreme; meaningless, at best. Somehow, we know deep down that there must be more to this life - And that is why we rise up each day to give ourselves to our passions, people, play or purpose. If it was all meaningless, we'd just chill. Even with the negatives, the right photos are always round the corner; at the very least, the negatives are crucial in the photo-making. So for me today, and my agonizing thoughts about what the future holds, my therapy is in these words from The Good Book. Around me the havocs of materialism, hedonism and egotism seem to threaten my peace; our peace, but times like this I choose peace. For peace is always within, for him who searches diligently; with an open heart. Peace is not too far away, He is hidden in humility and in a renunciation of our pride. In Him, "we move and have our being . . ." (Acts 17:27-28).
Some are of the opinion that all that befalls us is a random cacophony of atoms; misguided collisions that are given to probability. I guess, we share the same opinion that we know little but the above view is an extreme; meaningless, at best. Somehow, we know deep down that there must be more to this life - And that is why we rise up each day to give ourselves to our passions, people, play or purpose. If it was all meaningless, we'd just chill. Even with the negatives, the right photos are always round the corner; at the very least, the negatives are crucial in the photo-making. So for me today, and my agonizing thoughts about what the future holds, my therapy is in these words from The Good Book. Around me the havocs of materialism, hedonism and egotism seem to threaten my peace; our peace, but times like this I choose peace. For peace is always within, for him who searches diligently; with an open heart. Peace is not too far away, He is hidden in humility and in a renunciation of our pride. In Him, "we move and have our being . . ." (Acts 17:27-28).
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