One who knows it all. I am free.
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The sea sways impatiently as it waits for the sun to set, sending wave after wave rolling to the shore. It waits for them to meet, even if for a brief moment. And finally the sun descends and comes close, almost kissing, until it slips behind the horizon, leaving the sea with a demanding moon instead.
At times I am the sea and what I want is the bright, burning sun. I want it with my whole being, and it comes so close to happening. Then POOF! It disappears into thin air and I am left staring at my empty outstretched hands.
Our lives are a game of tag where we are constantly ‘it’.
Chasing behind money, love, health, time, friendship, happiness, success. We might manage to catch one, but everything else escapes us then. So we’re never happy with what we have, in that moment, clasped between our hands. I guess we were never meant to be.
Maybe it’s because I am edging closer to quarter century, I find myself calmer when things don’t go my way. What God has destined for me will reach me no matter how far it is from me, and what is not meant for me will not touch me even if the whole universe gets behind it to meet me. I am content with the master plan, where I give it my best shot, and leave the rest to the One who knows it all. I am free.
Nazreen Fazal
Writer, Wife, Mother, Indian, Muslim. So many labels, one me. I write, I rant, I ramble in order to make sense of everything happening around. Join me on this journey as I share snippets of my life, going about work, my parenting wins and fails, and the murky waters that's long distance marriage.
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