An old post brought back to life

An old post that I'd like to share once again for anyone who crosses my blog (ca. 2006):

Random pondering:

You know, sometimes I stop and think about the things of this world. Crazy how things are these days, and sometimes how they are not. Life's tough, that's for sure, but the funny thing about it is that when things seems to be getting real bad, something, though you can choose to ignore it (even when you feel like you are not choosing to ignore it) seems to be whispering in your ear that maybe you aren't seeing the entire picture. Like there is a curtain over something better that you just can't see, maybe just not ready to see. And so your left in a stupor, a wonder. What am I missing? What is there before me, right in front of me, that I am not permitted, or rather, not permitting myself to see. Yet it's there, and the agony that can come from wanting to see the beauty that can come from behind that curtain is sometimes hard to get through. Yet you do, because deep down inside, there is a reason, a hope, the realization that there will be another day, that today will end and when it does, you will realize that you have lived and are yet one more day closer to that mystery behind that curtain. Yet, then I think, what is behind that curtain? You may be surprised to see just another day. And really, that's what it is. Another day, and that is the beauty, the mystery, the sometimes heavy feeling of it. Yet, why should it be so? It's another day. An entirely new day. Another start. Another chance. Try to make the best of it, no matter how hard it may seem at times, how blurry things may get, you may be surprised to find yourself hit by the little surprises of love that can come your way if you just focus on what is good. Yes, they are there. It's a day, a door you can pass in which you can find yourself or lose yourself through the complexity that is life. Yet that's how life is. When you least expect it, when you are busy doing other things, life happens. That's the beauty, the mystery, and sometimes the root of the agony that can come from waiting for something we already have. It's just a matter of taking the blindfold off of your eyes, seeing what gifts have been given to you already, and knowing how to use them wisely. Tough thing to do, yeah, but it got me thinking today. Funny how life is.

"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me." ~Erma Bombeck