Somewhere Over The rainbow
Today is not just a new day. Everyday I always ponder and wonder about a lot of things. Sometimes I think about yesterday and wonder if today will be a lot better than yesterday. Let me just share to you what I’ve thought of...
I've thought of many names, and not all of them are pleasant. I am many things, but not all of them are good. Or so some of the mundane flocks might think. But I am who and what I am, and I have a duty to myself.
Looking back to those years past I could almost smile. When they say ignorance is bliss, they joke not. When I was younger I would play with friends or go for walks in the park. I was a good kid, with a good life. I took up the old ways because I felt such a strong connection to nature, and to my surroundings. I always got teased for being different, for the fact that no one understood me, or they feared me. Perhaps it was both, but for whatever reasons, I was not one to hold a grudge. I liked to help people, those who were not Takers. But as a whole I despised being human, reformed to such a weak frame. I had always dreamed in play that I was something else, something more, but never totally human. As is the way of a child, is it not? But now as I speak with experience, I go on asking too many questions, and it struck me when i come across this poem which I like to share to all of. Because it awakened me and somehow I felt something differently.
I Asked...
I asked God to take away my pride.
God said "No. It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up." I asked God to make the handicapped child whole.
God said. "No. Her spirit is whole, her body was only temporary."
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said "No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is earned."
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said "No. I give you blessings, happiness is up to you."
I asked God to spare my pain.
God said "No. Sufferings draw you apart from worldly cares
I've thought of many names, and not all of them are pleasant. I am many things, but not all of them are good. Or so some of the mundane flocks might think. But I am who and what I am, and I have a duty to myself.
Looking back to those years past I could almost smile. When they say ignorance is bliss, they joke not. When I was younger I would play with friends or go for walks in the park. I was a good kid, with a good life. I took up the old ways because I felt such a strong connection to nature, and to my surroundings. I always got teased for being different, for the fact that no one understood me, or they feared me. Perhaps it was both, but for whatever reasons, I was not one to hold a grudge. I liked to help people, those who were not Takers. But as a whole I despised being human, reformed to such a weak frame. I had always dreamed in play that I was something else, something more, but never totally human. As is the way of a child, is it not? But now as I speak with experience, I go on asking too many questions, and it struck me when i come across this poem which I like to share to all of. Because it awakened me and somehow I felt something differently.
I Asked...
I asked God to take away my pride.
God said "No. It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up." I asked God to make the handicapped child whole.
God said. "No. Her spirit is whole, her body was only temporary."
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said "No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is earned."
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said "No. I give you blessings, happiness is up to you."
I asked God to spare my pain.
God said "No. Sufferings draw you apart from worldly cares