It sounded so funny then.
Sometimes I hear myself play the broken record. Stuck at the same thing. Whining about the same old thing . . . “Why me, why me, why me . . .”
Does the sound of me being the broken record sound funny to anyone's ears?
Nope.
That's when the next realisation gets whispered into my ears . . . why not me?Could it really be that god has allowed me to reach this wholly imperfect juncture of my life? And that this is the most perfect place for me to be due to its imperfection?
Only god can answer this one.
Though, if I ask my heart, ever since the realization, the heart has felt much lighter.
So, thank you Jesus. Because even if i don't know whether you nudged me onto this path or not, you are there beside me. Protecting me. Mostly from the harmful effects of me on my own self. Making this most imperfect juncture totally a perfect path in time for me.
2 comments:
i think you are right.
i also think it is most unfortunate for me that i am not in bombay, beside you (and her), during such tumultuous times.
keep on writing...
u are right, its time to think why not me, as u put it. our idea of perfection is linear, we always move towards it and think the horizons get pushed as we move. but actually its not straight way forward at all. and i like it that way.
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