Dear readers, sometimes life throws at us a curve ball. The unexpected happens and leaves us confused and to an extent shocked.
Nonetheless, that pitcher was getting ready all along to make his move. What happened is that player at home didn’t see it coming.
In a sense life is like that sometimes.
We think we’re positioned correctly on that home base, living flawless lives from our point of view. However, when those life events come around that don’t match with whatever plans we have in our heads, we are left confused about what to do next.
It’s easy to judge from afar when something happens to people that surround us in a way or two, but I’ll rather learn from those experiences any given day.
Recently a childhood friend passed and I felt sad about his too soon departure from this world, my daughter pointed out quickly that everything doesn’t have to be a learning experience.
Well, for me it is. That’s who I am.
Some life lessons are not learned once, but many times through the course of our lives.
Resilience is one of them. We have to get out of those comfort zones so we can reconnect with things and people who are an important part of our lives. It’s never giving up to whatever circumstance we have in our lives.
It can be loosing your job, facing an accident, or having to deal with loss. As to mention just a few of the multiple things that happen to everyone in exponential terms on this blue ball.
Let’s reach out, learn and love. It sounds just right out of “Barney”, but it feels darn good to do something good and not be petty about things. We can’t control life, it just happens.
Next time life throws one of its famous curve balls, instead of being confused let’s hit a one of a kind home-run.
So my dear friends, be good to yourself and to others, recycle to conserve this beautiful planet and find compassion to deal with everything we have to deal with on a daily basis. Today is here and tomorrow is a surprise, don’t let today just slip away between your fingers, live intentionally.
See you around the corner.
Dear readers, I’ve come to love the words “this” and “that” I think more than I should. They represent whatever whenever and those my friends are the special moments in life.
For instance, today as we met with Mother Nature in a gathering our church organized we had time to reacquaint with friends, extended family and everyone in between. Most of all, we had time to simply admire the the lazy beauty of this unbothered creek.
With the passing of the day I felt in peace with myself and the world. I felt my little space of solitude with my personal this and that.
All of us need those unnamed moments that mostly require a minimum of effort and can frequently pass inadvertently.
We all want to believe in the best of the human race, but we all know that life is a jungle out there. If not, tune into Game of Thrones and you’ll get to witness the crudity of violence in its very essence. The worst part is that we crave for it.
Our world each day witness horrors that berate our core making us want to sink in our occidental fantasies that are produced by a few that hold power in our media.
You would think that there is nowhere to turn to, however today the simple passing of the water through the creek contained, even if just for “that” moment, the power of healing a brittle soul of a believer that worries maybe to much about a world that spirals out of control with the passing of each and every day.
Within small conversations, human touch and a little bit of laughter today has been a good day.
See you around, thanks for stopping by and find the good within you and share it with someone.
Dear readers, a couple of years ago when I decided to retake all the blog thing. I was looking for the perfect name, and thought since my blog was mainly about my faith or the challenge to remain a believer, thus came my title, Believing.
I’ve always thought that my blog is essentially my editorial on life.
Many people write for specific causes, I have another blog which is dedicated to my struggle as a Myasthenia Gravis patient. However, one of the things I love the most of this blog is that I can write whatever I get the muse about.
It’s been dedicated to immigration issues, sequestration, political views, Trump, Facebook and so many other things. It has depended mainly on my muse.
You would think that bloggers don’t have a shortage on inspiration due to all the things we see and read about, but sometimes you are just too startled to write about anything.
For instance, relationships publicized through Facebook intrigue me. I ask myself, how is it possible that I can congratulate someone through Facebook and not pick up the phone just to say congratulations to those you care about.
That mesmerizes me.
An interesting analogue with Trump and his fake news, would be Facebook relationships are fake.
On the other hand,
How do you remain a believer when you witness the atrocities of life?
How do you stay believing in promises that are as old as time?
How do you remain a believer when there is nobody to believe in?
When you have raised your children in a path of faith and they decide to face prayer and faith in general with impatience and distrust. You can only ask yourself, “What did I do wrong?”
When their own skepticism has made you doubt of your own faith as a believer in the good of people,
My son always tells me,
“Mom, a man is capable of great good, but also of great evil.”
Both dwell inside of us like twins.
It’s harder to believe than not to. Our faith is challenged with each step we take in this journey called life.
Let’s not forget that life itself is a mystery, we can live many years or simply pass away much sooner than expected. The important thing is to always keep things in the exact perspective. Just like my blog, with a little bit of everything.
So my dear friends, see you around the corner, and never stop believing in the good of life or yourself.