Regret was a frequent visitor in the lives of those who were too afraid to step into their role of greatness as they lived. It barred them from befriending the fearless and colorful — those different from the “normal” society. Rather than seeing an opportunity to engage in mystery of difference, they shunned the possibility of ever stepping outside that perfect box — the one penciled in with black and white drab.
The infinite soul of life is a beautiful tapestry of individuality. It is a marvelous stream of differences defined by race, culture, sizes, talents, IQ’s, abilities, inabilities…
Our individual mental and character traits were never intended to divide us…
No, they were meant to unite us.
I am proudest of our humanity when it comes together and defies bigotry, racism, homophobia, and sexism, because that is when it becomes a mirror of God’s love.
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Some enter our lives compliments of a destiny already written, and their purpose is revealed through mutual experiences shared together. Not all are joyful, as a matter of fact, some are downright painful, and even then we usually emerge stronger and wiser — those of us who understand that God makes no mistakes. When it’s time, we know when to move on — most of us.
That old cliché about some people being in our lives only for a season holds more truth than I ever thought. Sometimes we hold on so tight we lose part of ourselves in a relationship that was intended to run its course for a specified time only.
When we want what we want, regardless of how internally wrecked it leaves us feeling, it’s almost as if we revel in the pain subconsciously.
George Michael – “Move On” – YouTube Video
There was a sadness in his eyes, and they held a horror that only he knew. Hundreds pass him by as he sits curbside on a busy street corner near a random sewer, one of a hundred in the bustling city he calls home.
His was a tale of physical and mental abuse from the hands of a woman he loved more than life itself. In the beginning, her smile radiated a profound love so tender, that he found himself willing to do anything to appease her every want and fill her innermost desires.
She was worth the sacrifice, and when he lost himself within her allure, he became the pitiful fool she despised. So now he sits spiritually broken, dwelling in the aftermath of a self inflicted sorrow of his own design.
He had made another human being his God, and the wrath of failure floods his soul each time he guzzles the 80 proof cocktail to deaden the pain.
Didn’t he realize…
no human is God?