THE MIRROR OF LIFE
Something beautiful I read today.
“movement is birthed in the soul and lived in the actions of
life. the ocean calls us with the steadiness of its tide and the dance of the
waves. A reminder to never stop moving, even though we do pause each day to
reflect and remember why we are moving in the first place.”
Now I’m sure I haven’t written that down exactly how it was
written, but you get the general idea, I hope?
Writing is so like art; you read it and translate into
whatever you wish. That is what I love about words. People paint their own
pictures from your art. And sometimes the readers are transformed into another
wonderful world or a world they may never wish to go, perhaps they are grateful
that they have never been to your place or they may want to read on to find out
where the location is so they too can visit?
Maybe they are left confused with words written by a mind
that is as far away from reality on those pages at that time than even they
realise.
Reflections, directions, are words that we all do and
experience. We all go in our own directions sometimes we head the same way and
realise we have so much in common and other times we travel along our own
pathway in life and meet in the middle with those we were born to meet either
in this world or, another before ours!
Reflection on time today, I can’t believe where the past
three years have gone. Why three years? Why that particular number? Not sure to
be honest but it started a few days ago. It was my friend’s wedding anniversary
and she had been married three years. No, not a chance I thought, it’s been a
year, surely? I spoke with her and my reminder was correct. Three years. Oh, it
scared me. I felt as if I had a hole in life and somehow, I had gone down it
and was swallowed up by the God of time. Seriously, I really truly believed it
was last year, not 2016!
How can that happen? I mean we all say, no, it’s never been
ten years? Or fifteen years, but I have never before been shocked that three
years, such a short number has gone by without me taking time out to recognise
that time that I have lost or that is going by so fast and what has happened in
between to my mind?
Is it a sign of getting older? Will it be months soon then
weeks then days that will turn into hours?
Perhaps the universe is an empty mirror. It goes on forever
and the older we get the mirror becomes more distant but we understand that
sheet of glass disguised as the mirror of life.
Directions of life. which route will we take? Will it be the
right one? We are meant to guide our children to the right road, we are not
meant to build it for them. And then they must take their own pathway even if
we see them going the wrong way. The wrong direction. It’s the most difficult
thing of being a parent. Even if there are flames ahead, we have to let them
burn. How can we love our children but allow them to take that dangerous path
in life?
We may discover a philosophical way of living by
encountering a world by collecting all knowledge from every resource we can
take in as much information our brains can store, but at the end of the day, we
have to move and make our own decisions right or wrong. But thinking reverently
about life.
Why are we hear? Why were we put on earth? For whom were we
born? And who is guiding us? That mirror, we look into it, see nothing but our
own reflection. What happens if we no longer see our reflection? Is it more
difficult for those who are blind to know which path to take in life without
some kind of intervention from a higher body? How do we as people who are blind
see the road ahead? How do we see the turns to take in life!
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