I sit awhile, trying to make sense of my life. Why is it steering itself in the direction I don't want it to go in? Why don't have I any control over it anymore??
Anymore? I think to myself!
Did I ever have any control ever, at all? I am not sure about that now. The biggest illusion we live in is to believe we are the creators of our own life story. I tried to give it a direction I thought was best for me... but I am not sure anymore. I am a ray of light, travelling far distances, illuminating the world around it and yet there isn't anything inside it to hold on to- at once whole and shattered into a million shards. What am I and who am I? I still cannot comprehend my own reality.
But what I have learnt is this one simple truth -one becomes whole by accepting and loving the world and the people who dare to love you in their own ways.
Reality is not always about ourselves. It is a composite whole . Ubuntu- I am , because of who we all are.
Each step of life is like climbing a set of stairs. Every step we take is a new learning, it takes us nearer to what we seek to be. And we learn, every minute of this life.
