I woke up this morning complaining about waking
up few minutes late for work. All my
subsequent morning routines were accompanied with complains. The ridiculously
bright light coming through my window was not pleasant. Checked the morning
news and all headlines were just sad: terrorism threat in NASA, wild fire in
Colorado, The Nile Dilemma: potential conflict between Egypt and Ethiopia, The
world’s oldest man dies J, probable heavy storm
in New York, flood in Germany, UN: Documented killings in Syria rise to over
90,000. Not to mention my puppy Lui, who took the liberty to dance on the
outfit I planned to wear to work, with his little muddy feet and the breakfast
that tasted dull because the flu viruses decided to disable my taste buds.
I finally made it out of the house. There I was waiting for taxi to get to work and that morning sun frying my head. A reason to
despise life, “I hate this sun,” “I hate
standing waiting for transportation,” “I hate my outfit because I had my heart
on the ones I picked out yesterday.” Then I heard a voice behind me; a man singing
what sounded like a gospel. I l turned
my head to see who it was, but there was no one. I turned back and continued despising
life, “I hate these dirty muddy floors making my shoes dirty.” The man continues
singing, I turned my head again, and I looked down. It was this young man… no
arms, no legs… crawling right behind me. I can see that he is homeless, and I can feel that life has never been kind
to him. He is singing about the value of being physically complete, being grateful
to Jesus and his mother, and he is begging for food and money wishing everyone
a blessed day.
Then there I was complaining about waking up
late, when some people never even slept, mad about my ruined outfit when some people
don’t even have a spare shirt, infuriated with the sun when some people never
even see the light of day, irritated with standing for few minutes to wait for
a taxi when some people don’t even have legs to ever stand, annoyed with the
muddy floor when this muddy floor is home to some people.
Since I intend to keep my blog posts short, I will
end here.
Based on one murky morning I declared life as ‘lackluster,’
but my friends little I know this thing we call life is like everything that’s
in front of you, if you don’t seek to see it... it vanishes.
