Tonight, as I was sitting on a bench watching the sunset, birds circled high above me and a thought occurred to me: sometimes I feel like a homeless bird, flying above all the diverse landscapes my experiences have exposed me to. I keep wandering from place to place and watch as friends come and go in my life. Over the course of time, everything continues to change - my surroundings, the people with whom I interact, and even myself. Yet all this time, I have never stopped wandering. I keep moving on and letting go. I try to settle down in one place with a group of people, but it never lasts. Something always happens to make me realize that this is not the place and that these are not the people, so I take flight again and keep moving. There is nothing and few people who stay with me throughout these changes. Finally, I realized that as I keep moving through life, I am constantly and unconsciously looking for one thing: a safe place to land. One place or person who will always be there, who I will never have to leave behind, and for whom, I will be able to cease flying and searching. The world is rarely a safe place, though often it tears the heart and soul more than that which is tangible. In such an atmosphere, it is no wonder that so many, like myself, seek a haven in which they can rest from their weary toil. Though no place or person on this earth will ever be perfect, there are still those who, despite their imperfections, can become steady rocks for each other and shelters in life's storms.
26 March 2012
A Safe Place to Land
Tonight, as I was sitting on a bench watching the sunset, birds circled high above me and a thought occurred to me: sometimes I feel like a homeless bird, flying above all the diverse landscapes my experiences have exposed me to. I keep wandering from place to place and watch as friends come and go in my life. Over the course of time, everything continues to change - my surroundings, the people with whom I interact, and even myself. Yet all this time, I have never stopped wandering. I keep moving on and letting go. I try to settle down in one place with a group of people, but it never lasts. Something always happens to make me realize that this is not the place and that these are not the people, so I take flight again and keep moving. There is nothing and few people who stay with me throughout these changes. Finally, I realized that as I keep moving through life, I am constantly and unconsciously looking for one thing: a safe place to land. One place or person who will always be there, who I will never have to leave behind, and for whom, I will be able to cease flying and searching. The world is rarely a safe place, though often it tears the heart and soul more than that which is tangible. In such an atmosphere, it is no wonder that so many, like myself, seek a haven in which they can rest from their weary toil. Though no place or person on this earth will ever be perfect, there are still those who, despite their imperfections, can become steady rocks for each other and shelters in life's storms.
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Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30)
ReplyDeleteCan I just say ditto to everything you said? Except that that one little word cannot hold all the thoughts and emotions that are meant behind it.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I love you, sis! And I pray that I will always be that steady rock for you!
A safe place to land. I loved this one, too.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful; and so true.
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