The Ultimate expense (1)
The beginning...
She walks into the room, switches the lights off and turns up the music. She sat in the centre of the room, Naked. The clothes on her seemed too much of a burden at the time. She's alone, but things aren't what they really seem to be...
Reflecting on her world she realises how fake it can really be. People always worried about what they should wear (trying to set a trend or to follow one, it doesn't matter), their image, their personality and their voice.
They are concerned with what society thinks of them and whether their publically acceptable. While they worry about petty things, She realises that there are over a million others who don't have the simple luxuries she has today.
We have parents who love us regardless, most of who are blessed with two parents. What about the orphans?
We have food provided at our beck and call. We spend plenty of money and time on food and in wasting it, did you ever realise the people who are starved for weeks together?!
We have a voice to speak freely, to communicate & to interact. What happens to those who are forbidden to speak as their lives are at stake?
Our minds are like an abstract painting, a random collection of thoughts, facts, ideas, knowledge and memories.
Just as the pieces of a puzzles are to be fitted so our minds function the same way. In the beginning it's all very confusing and a mess but when it's all done, the picture becomes clearer.
She is overwhelmed by the times she's narrowly escaped death. Why is she still alive? What makes her worthy of this world?
She lives cause her journey is incomplete.
She lives cause she has a message for them.
She lives cause she's God's instrument of peace.
She's constantly at battle with her mind, society and everything going on in life. She's so consumed with herself that she forgets the reason she was born. She forgets the message she's supposed to spread.
She closes her eyes and a tear runs down her face.
Why should she do it?
How should she do it?
What should she do?
She seeks refuge in the Lord, asking, pleading, begging for advice....
She walks into the room, switches the lights off and turns up the music. She sat in the centre of the room, Naked. The clothes on her seemed too much of a burden at the time. She's alone, but things aren't what they really seem to be...
Reflecting on her world she realises how fake it can really be. People always worried about what they should wear (trying to set a trend or to follow one, it doesn't matter), their image, their personality and their voice.
They are concerned with what society thinks of them and whether their publically acceptable. While they worry about petty things, She realises that there are over a million others who don't have the simple luxuries she has today.
We have parents who love us regardless, most of who are blessed with two parents. What about the orphans?
We have food provided at our beck and call. We spend plenty of money and time on food and in wasting it, did you ever realise the people who are starved for weeks together?!
We have a voice to speak freely, to communicate & to interact. What happens to those who are forbidden to speak as their lives are at stake?
Our minds are like an abstract painting, a random collection of thoughts, facts, ideas, knowledge and memories.
Just as the pieces of a puzzles are to be fitted so our minds function the same way. In the beginning it's all very confusing and a mess but when it's all done, the picture becomes clearer.
She is overwhelmed by the times she's narrowly escaped death. Why is she still alive? What makes her worthy of this world?
She lives cause her journey is incomplete.
She lives cause she has a message for them.
She lives cause she's God's instrument of peace.
She's constantly at battle with her mind, society and everything going on in life. She's so consumed with herself that she forgets the reason she was born. She forgets the message she's supposed to spread.
She closes her eyes and a tear runs down her face.
Why should she do it?
How should she do it?
What should she do?
She seeks refuge in the Lord, asking, pleading, begging for advice....
posted by Sarah at
11:21
10 Comments:
saruu whats up... u ok?? dun worry hun things will be ok.. it's just sad how life playz wid us.. but dun be so perplexed about things.. u're not alone in this battle against time.. luv u.. mwahzz!!
hmm....if its jus another postt i wud say its nice coz atleast upost sumthin different n kinda insane to read n it givs me a feel wich i dun recognise but likee...:s
but if its bout u...believe me jus take everyday as it cumz...dun think bout went away n wats gonna cum...n i swear i waz so muj into those kinda thoughts before..like so many similar questions like those...fer eg..wats ma purpose in life n y am i livin ...wat will i do n blahh....but denn...nowaz..now u dun hear meenal whinin nemore...like i used to...jus observe,understand n solve....meet ya soon...ya sharon's bin talkin bout bball match as wel...
my suggestion on team wud b u,me,sharon,hariette,ameetha,amanda,karen,sapp....speak to sharon on sat n tell yaa...
P.S - JAN SHUD READ DA 4TH PARA WID A MAGNIFYIN GLASS....SHE REALLY SHUD...WHORRIII SHOOO...
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WOW !! You indeed are a very mature writer. I dont know nothing about your life but your skill amazes me. Very Talented young lady !
I was bored in Burjuman one evening and a couple of thoughts flooded me whole. There were so many people in a hurry/chaos, not realising the hastle they cause around them. This was just my way of seeing things or rather seeing life...
There's more to this post than you're reading, much more. As I said, as the posts come to an end (where I mentioned pieces) they'll make sense to you.
Thank you all for your comments...
Mwahz...
seems like a part of my life. except it totally fits u. u remember wen i was in doubt? n we sat at earls place n u helped me out? i was so scared sar. thanks for that. it was strange and yet so reassuring coz i really needed someone and guess who god sent me? a pretty angel. i only wish i cud help u. but u know better than i do, we have a purpose and as long as u truly are doing ur best to fulfil ur path, u r on the right path. i love u. miss u too...:) tc then...i loved the piece. very personal indeed. i totally see sarah thru it. c u soon.
Very touching...
haha..I'm tryin not to waste too much food these days Meenal :).
Your site is on top of my favourites - Great work I like it.
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Nice idea with this site its better than most of the rubbish I come across.
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