I often meet people who are jealous of my life, my travelling around the world, money or my way of perceiving the world. One day my beloved sister played a song to me, which has motivated me to extend the sense of it and write a post in here. I won’t be surprised if someone gets disappointed or more: I will be criticized.
I am pretty sure that at least for one person after reading this the song will be quite easy to understand.
And many of you will understand why I am who I am.
I Hope after reading this you will consider your life and after that you’ll take 5 sec of reflection.
The sense of life
Has anyone of you ever wondered about your life? Do you remember your first summer when you were somewhere at the plaza with you parents, siblings, grandfathers you cheated on pigeons? When you went to the lake where you had your first lesson on swimming? Where you climbed a tree and didn't worry about eating unwashed fruits straight from the tree? Do you remember being clean as a tear, and your heart beating so slowly but steady? Can you remember your happy face, the happiness felt from the little things and jokes? You trusted people, you could have seen a piece of good in anyone, you could have seen Christ, and this was your pure, small soul. You loved your life, you could have been found everywhere doing everything, you always wanted to reach everything and touch it. The main aim for you was just to be HERE, you didn’t worry about anything. Everything you had seen so far and touched so far was so kind of magic and different...an innocent kind of life. You were the little human, who loves the life and you needed nothing from life. Everything seemed to be so uncomplicated and only problem for you was that you wanted to be mature.
And when you become one..
Do you remember your first walk with the girl? You were in the park, walking for so long, needing nothing but each other. Do you remember the sense of humour and charm you shared together. You didn’t have a car, phone or money but you were still happy because you were appealing to her with nothing but yourself. Hours went by as you wondered how to kiss the girl. However, you were not so brave to do that and going back home all you had on your mind was her. You didn’t feel disappointment, you felt nostalgic and only thing you wanted to do was to fall asleep the quickest you can just to wake up another day and meet her, and hear you heart beat again with this flawless love. You were a sportsman. Your Father and your Grandpa showed you how to play football, basketball, volleyball. You took part in competitions of running inside the park. You went fishing with your grandfather to the lake, and after that your Grandma fried the fish for your supper. Can you remember the taste? I know you can. You will never forget how it was. Evenings you were on your knees just to pray to God as your Grandma showed you how to do. She taught you good behaviour and manners and as a reward you were given sweets. Every Sunday you went to church where you prayed and after the Mass you visited your family. You met your cousins and uncles. You ate dinner, watched comedy films, you played hide and seek in the backyard. Your drawings were beautiful, colourful, full of imagination which were totally understood by you. The life was beautiful, pure life, a miracle.
What is your life now?
What happened?
What made your life complicated?
A sin.
You can say what you want, you can criticize me, but you can’t lie to yourself. You know your life the best, you only know you much have you changed during last 10-15-20-40 years. There will come one day, when you will fall on the ground and what see.. your life. You can see whole your life. Your hair will turn grey, face will get some wrinkles, the beauty will pass by.. I wish you not to want to put the clock back and to not feel how much time have you lost. Life speeds by and don’t know when it does. Today you are born, tomorrow you die, because death keeps no calendar.
So try to live your life, use the time,
every day and every hour.
NOW AND HERE
just not to regret in few years.
We all are children, children of God, but we forgot how to love Him.
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