Like A Dove

Am I a gentle person? Am I a patient person? What lessons have I learnt from life and from God?


That everyday is precious, every moment is precious. Every person in my life is precious.


I will not like them all, but they are all precious.


Not many would understand the space God has placed me in the past four years—to recognize the power of hatred, of frustration, of anger, rage, rumblings, murmurings and complaints.



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Imagine you had an opportunity/curse (according to one’s view), to live the same day over and over again.


The first day would be easy, but as days go by, they would get tougher and tougher and the routine would become like a bad dream. You begin to notice small things you would otherwise not have noticed previously, you get irritable, impatient, agonized, angry to the point of suicide because the routine is become too much to bear.  Eventually, you realize you have gone through all your negative emotions, self-induced strength and none of them mattered or were fulfilling; the anger, the pride, the beauty, the resentment, men’s praise and recognition. None.



You would be surprised if I told you that this is actually life. We are given an opportunity to live the same day everyday, the only difference are the choices we make. We are enticed by the bad so seductively. It is always more satisfying to curse someone out, or say, ‘just a little gossip’, in any case you have the right to feel angry, let down, and dissapointed. So, we end up pushing the good to tomorrow, to those who deserve it and to those who do not dissapoint us.

And let’s not talk about the time we waste on hatred, gossiping, anger, frustration, failures, etc. They could even constitute ¾ of our lives.


My lovely friends and family, life is so beautiful, we should never live it with carrying poisonous vices. We should not just live it for the sake of living. We should learn to behold it.


Behold your wife, behold your friends, behold your sister, behold your mother, behold your grandparents, behold your boss, behold your father, behold your child, behold yourself.


Put aside the anger, it only consumes. One day, we will wake up only to realize we only argued and complained. Bitterness consumed out hearts that there was no space for love in it and No! It won’t be too late to change but there will be a deep regret, a tag in the heart when thoughts of the many ways you and I could have acted differently. The days you would have loved with passion despite being heartbroken, then, is when you will understand true disappointment.

It is never too late to begin afresh.


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