Life seems to be made up of so many parts. Each of these parts at different times have different levels of importance. From one moment to another these priorities may change.
Often you don't value what you have until it is gone. And then it seems that you never will be as blessed as what you once were. Losing a little can make you stronger. Losing a lot can make you weak or reckless or hopeless or cruel.
It's like the greener grass on the other side of the fence, often when you climb the fence and step onto the other side, it is not greener at all. It's just that the different weeds have a different hue of green. Up close you see that the weeds are still weeds.
From a distance, a broken window is a broken window. Up close you can see that the window was broken to let the light in, to set something free, or to break the cloying odour that lingers in the air. From a distance the story that you see may not be what really is. Another way to say that ones trash is anothers treasure.
Today you don't always realise that manners are missing until manners are shown. You don't know that human kindness has been hidden until someone displays human kindness to a stranger. You don't realise you crave to be touched, until someone's warm hand rests on your shoulder. You don't see the things that you have until you see the things that another does not.
Bright before us the future is unfolding. Unfolding as something great and with endless possibilities. I want to find out what it is about for me, for those I love and for the strangers who one day may become my friend. I need to discover what it's really about. What is my destiny?