Somebody asked me if it is true, that my age is way past 30’s. I just told them the truth, nothing less. Maybe it’s just a way to amuse me further, when they thought I am just 26 or something. But really, inside me is just so younger than what my real age is. I believe that even if we age, one must try to keep a youthful attitude towards an inspiring life.
But folks, I am also into thinking sometimes. It is only roughly eight more years before I reach the 40’s. Don’t misconstrue that I am experiencing some mid-life crisis. I am just trying to think ahead and be wise about the decisions I have to take in the future.
Things now are uncertain, but I would like to push myself into realizing the artistic pursuits which I am always aspiring to do. I would pursue more frequently my writing. I would pursue more frequently my painting. I would pursue learning music most especially playing piano. Or maybe, I would get myself involved into the academic work or consultancy work. Or on a more grander scale, I would do missions work or to be with an NGO group.
Some may think that the things I hope for the future are too ideal. Unprofitable and would not generate any substantial monetary investment for me. Which partly is true, but I have learned not to trust too much on these things. I still abide to put my trust in God, who knows much more than I am, and the One who knows about the future that I have to take.
I am optimistic that eight years before the 40’s is much a life ahead. There’s just so much more things that can happen. I would only strive to pick or select the things which matters and inspiring me to be thankful of the years passing. But on the other hand, I too myself, is being realistic, in the sense that I do not know until when will I have to live more. Nobody knows. So I try not to attach myself on things. Because things are just passing. It can be lost. It can fade to obscurity.
What matters most, is that I have lived a life that is fulfilling and enriching. That I have given myself selflessly to a worthy cause which imparts love, compassion and commitment to others. That I have inspired others to live life on simple terms and have faith to the One who is omniscient of all.
Solitude Amidst the Maddening Crowd
Our Own Little Places
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We have to spend our whole life getting up
each morning and see the many suns
rising courageous from the horizon.
A simple life- who knows when to retire
at night time and hug long-time companions
called pillows and dreaming dreams.
There are episodes here, which send ripples
into our seemingly monotonous existence
everyday. And we have to wage battles
with boredom and her sisters- called mediocrity
and irrelevance. But not all were lost.
Somebody needs to learn how to befriend them.
Some may think that something was lacking,
but perhaps in the company of silence we find
orbs of thoughts in the usual grind of days
like the fowls of the air having simple cares.
Season after season. Day after day. Aged
but content to the simple things that matter.
The small country talks over the weather
and life in the farm begins with asking folks
how the young are doing these days at school.
The familiar warmth of seeing old friends at a gathering.
The joy of witnessing someone else’s milestones.
The farewells and well wishes when someone
is leaving our own little places to discover
the bigness of things. There goes a little prayer
and a hope that nothing is wrong when one decides
to stay and carry on doing their tasks each day.
We might spend our whole life thinking it’s good after all,
though it has never been easy and there are rough times.
But it will never stop us believing that peace within
is the only dwelling place, our enduring shelter
when the day comes that we will never be able
to witness the sun and it has forgotten to rise.
In the darkness, we hope our soul in its own little spaces
can see the moon and stars light up the evening sky.
While the wind whispers- all is well, we’ll be calm as the sea.
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