Thursday, March 28, 2013

Is it time yet?

Living a life chosen by myself. Each day, just as I had dreamt of. Sudden surprises were welcome, good and bad. None could dither my firm steps. My feet deeply rooted to my dream. My dream! Adapting, adopting changes all the way, never changing it completely. My dream, my pillar, the essence of my joy.

Then why did I lose it? Traded it for a new life. Wasn't I the one who conceived it? Nurtured it and watched it take form? Following it with a gladdened heart, with immeasurable love. All gone. My dream. The way I had it planned.

Yes, it was my plan, not His. Logic coerces me to question His plan for me. Would it do any good? Knowing my future? His plans are a mystery. I unravel it every day, every second. It's not the unknown that waits for me. Something that I can accept. Not a challenge. But I can cope with whatever is thrown ahead of me. I'll trust and try. I ask not for answers but for strength. I'll walk on and on.

Until today, I did what I loved. Now I'll learn to love what I do. In this lies true happiness and contentment. I'll fulfil my dream some other way. But not now. One day I'll ask Him "Is it time yet?" And he will reply, "Yes, my child. It is time."