On and on, the big machine called life turns its cogs, and who knows who you’ll rub gears with at the time? There are no guarantees you’d meet the same gear in the next season of revolutions. Yep, the one you argued with, fought with, threw curses at, cursed, cursed you in return, called you names, thanked you, praised you, loved you, hated you, borrowed your pants, loaned you, paid in half, paid in full, never paid, drove you mad, broke your nose- which makes us think, if we are to be remembered how would we want it to be?
The point is not the pursuit towards positive self image, but in making every conversation count, every contact and relationship true. When we are dragged anytime at any tribunal, we answer confidently – Yeah, I reached out, I was true, I was genuinely interested with your story (for the 131st time) , your joys, your pains. You were not a mere number when I shook your hands, you are – what’s your name again?
Some discovery, this is.
Yeah.
Spend time and energy with relationships.
Its best spent with living entities.
There is a glaring lack when, we may have perfected the cure for the common cold, or nailed Mozart, that dance floor flare, Quirino’s winning piece, only to find out there is no one to share it with except with the familiar face in the mirror.
I have rehearsed this a couple of times MYSELF , and using MY skills and perseverance, finally accomplished it. I, would like to share this act to MYSELF, and I hope I like it.
Downright silly.
Please don’t rush next time you shake hands. Those hands may be the pair that may give your next meal in the decent future.
Just as we face our Creator in our inner cathedrals, take time to gaze in the absolute beauty that is a Person – the face that comes as either judge or savior. It’s a personal knowing we are called to by a very personal God, as He is not just some remote cosmic booming voice in 5.1 surround.
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