Perspective. It’s what makes us see things differently. At times, I see myself above things, feeling bigger and more powerful. But at times, too, I see myself as small as a speck of sand, powerless and insignificant.
It’s funny how I attach myself to these different perspectives as if they were my truth when in fact both are part of the bigger picture of life. It is how things are when we make ourselves object that must fit perfectly into the picture.
But when we choose to be the one who observes, we see right where to put ourselves. And when circumstances put us either above or below, any emotions that come with these different levels have nothing to do with who we are. Because we know full well that everything is just a matter of perspective.
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Thank you, God,
for the soft sand that welcomes my bare feet,
for the gentle waves that kiss my sons’ pretty face,
and for the blue sky that delights my weary eyes….
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One Saturday morn,
Up on a hill, joy we found.
Me and my two boys.
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“Why are you cast down my soul, why groan within me?”
That is the question I ask myself when the turmoil within me is so strong I seem unable to cope up. But lately, I managed to count on my days and focus not on the troubles that prevent the things to happen the way I want them to be. I slowly learned to accept the truth that things don’t happen my way. And instead of fidgeting, I try to see the things that I can do to improve the situation. The thing that leads me to this realization is the fact that my days are but limited like the flowers in my garden.
As I contemplate on the latigo orchid that blooms, it dawns on me how this flower blooms its best. Its flowers are not only attractive but emit a perfumy fragrance as well. It feeds its honey to the birds, butterflies, and bees.
I come to wonder how this flower fulfilled its very purpose in my garden when it doesn’t even know how long will it live? Nor does it worry whether I’ll water it on the next day or not. It just lives. It just blooms. It just beautifies my garden for that is the only thing it knows.
Like this orchid, my life too is passing, my time limited. This orchid provides me the inspiration to be true to who I am and to strive to make an impact on which I was born for; to not be carried away by the little troubles that life brings.
How beautiful it is to make this world a much better place than it did before I came. I can only do that when I finally fulfill the very purpose that brought me here. And that purpose is to share what I know, to impart the God-presence within me, and to be all that I am.
I hope that you, too, have found your purpose and have shared your impact with the world.
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Nature is beautiful indeed!