I realize how such a wimp I am when it comes to changes.
More than the superficiality of drastically chopping your hair locks to a short crop, or painting a bold new coat of nail lacquer for a special occasion.
Changes define life, as simple as it sounds, and the next decade looming in front of me is filled with so many decisions and spaces in between to fill.
David Russell once said that the hardest part about life is really to know which bridges to cross and which to burn.
You parallel it to your life choices, and you somewhat think that it makes a lot of sense.
The world's your oyster, you say.
(Other the fact that you can't keep on burning bridges because the world is round and they'll eventually come and haunt you in the end if you keep burning the wrong bridges)
(Burning bridges is such a paradox!)
I guess my only gripes about such changes is that emotional attachment and familiarity you develop, even for routines.
I've grown fond of my routines, I wished kindergarten never ended and my parents never had to leave me on weekdays for work.
Now that I've graduated from IB, I wished I had cherished my time with my classmates more, now that we're slowly drifting away when everyone's schedule is so extremely conflicting.
I wished I never had to transfer my girlfriend out of AC, I wished my parents never had to go through a rough patch, I wished my bestest friend never had to be whisked away for NS, I wished I could just stay nineteen forever (but I said that for every year since I was 7)
It's only natural that the above list is non-exhausive if I could go on but I guess the point here is really the contentment that keeps me going form year to year, day to day.
It's more than a phase, and it's more than mere adaptation out of your comfort zone.
It's difficult to accept these changes at the start, and it may be painful to deal with in the process but it produces a new you.
The fear of making one small step in your life that could affect the prospects of your future.
The stability and security you redraw from your daily routines, with the amount of emotional deposits you bank in every day, assuming the non-existence of familiarity breeding contempt.
It's hard to accept circumstances as they come along, when you know you could have taken an alternative road and things could have turned out much better than expected.
We hate the unknown, yet we love being attracted to it's mysterious realms.
And these choices define who we are, and render us to depend on our spiritual mind.
As cliche as it sounds, Life is really just a journey that you really want to say out loud that "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith" 2 Timothy 4:7
These changes may seem insurmountable or impossible to accept, but life's never a bed of roses.
And to enjoy the beauty of the rose, why not accept these thorns to appreciate it's true value?
We're here with a bigger purpose in Life, why spoil the full pictures with these minor hurdles along the way.
Inevitably there will be times in your life when you feel deep down in the dungeons or tossed down into a well where the sight of the sky above does not heighten your hopes. There will be times where you'll cry yourself to sleep and red eyes are yours to keep. There will be times where you feel neglected and question your self-worth. There will be times where you felt every inch of effort was worth it one moment and your hopes are dashed the next, or times where you feel so alone even in a crowd of many.
Sure, life slaps us blows but let's take pride in all the little joys of life.
Waking up early in the morning only to find out it's a Saturday, taking off your heels/socks after a long hard day of work or even that one person who laughs with you when you just told a really bad joke and no one gets it but him/her :)
2 Timothy 1:7 tells us "For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."
Now as we embark on these major transitions in the upcoming decade of our lives, let's just keep trusting in Him and seek comfort in His words.
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