Almost every year I am losing someone I have met in my journey in the battle of cancer. Each one of them left a mark on my road of life. Remembering their welcoming spirit and smiles, their words of encouragement for me to be strong and brave and learn new things. Yes, their impact on the lives of others that what will be remembered. In a world of dividedness and continuous struggle to snatch out of the hands whatever possible in a world that it is hard to believe the talk while actions show something else. In a world that is filled with conflicts over authority, power and money and who is in and who is out. We lose precious souls. They are the only ones who see the truth now. Maybe their spirit will still live and roam around us, yet, they are in heaven aware of the true meaning of this life.
We walk through life with all its bumps, we learn from those who insist on hurting us wondering what wrong you did or do to them. Some choose to walk with a heart filled with hate and prejudice no matter what that is how they see the world. I have to get what I want or no place for others or conflicts never end. Turning the gift of life into a piece of hell.
We learn from those who use us and see us as an object, not humans. Ignoring the fact that we are from ashes to ashes and from dust to dust. When compassion and kindness are taking advantage of, you have to skill office politics and walk between the lines or you will be crazy and not a human. In a world that is draining your cup and does not want to stop and think why all of these destructive and disruptive energies you question what is the worth of all of that and if life truly what is being delivered to you.
We stand our ground when we are rejected over and over and the cycle does not want to end. Wondering why the world is looking for deficit, lack, shortage and never been enough. In a world that is looking for stains to cover you with, to fill you with shame, belittling and outcast, I wonder who wants to live in a minute in a world like that. Oh! my God, each soul is carrying a heavy burden of shaming others, bullying, disrespect, humiliation, and unrested angry souls. Looking for conflicts each minute of the day.Oh! Jesus, I am sure that is not from you, the world absorbed the souls that it is hard to come to the core of our foundation THE ONE AND ONLY GOD. God, it is not about you, nope.
We survive in a world that is based on pragmatism. If you do so and so for me, I will do so and so in return till the business is done and then walk in the world like strangers. I got lost between what really true means? Or how you build your life upon. For me, I took Jesus literally. I don't mix the flesh with the spirit. Or by means I am a human as Jesus came to be tested, I am exposed for that too. One day I said and promised God I am your servant, now it reflects how hard it is. I am sliced every single day with judgment either physical or mentally. When you see every soul as God's given gift and understand when you are appreciating this gift that honors God and makes Him pleased with your perspective. It sounds like I am in my la La land and that is not how the world is functioning.
We come back to the vicious cycle that does not want to end, as what you can offer is not accepted, it is being judged to the deepest point. Seeking kindness, compassion and transparency are words in the books or commercials only. As they are tools to be used for particular targets that will serve the world agenda and scenarios. Forgive lord I am seeking hope in all things to understand, to reach a solid ground, not a shaken one. I am trying my best to understand why all such hate toward a person like me? Searching for the truth, all I sow is coming back to me in lashes, no mercy. I wonder why we choose to load our hearts with such humongous hate, prejudice, and racism when we are having the free will to choose to walk in God's acceptance for all of us all. LORD my soul is weary life is short and lots of things are happening all around us, why still we choose to hate? unanswered question till Jesus comes back again and each one of us run their own race. Jesus walk me through this I am weary It is hard to believe is such world we live in,by: ME The Old Ancient WOman"
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