We forget that life is
fragile. That all it takes for it to end is the stop of a beat. That we are one
day here and the next we are gone, so what then are we doing with our life? Do
we care to make a difference in the world? Do we care to make our presence
known? Or are we just simply passing by? What are we really doing with our
lives?
I’ve asked myself this a
couple of times. I question my purpose repeatedly, hoping that it is effective
to someone. In the thoughts that if I were to die today I would have touched a
life, made a difference that I will be memorable and I will have lived a life
worth a mention.
It’s already a new year, 2015. Boy do
they go so fast. I’m up early on a Sunday about to go to church. I can’t sleep
again because I am wondering about my life. Mostly disappointed thinking about the
things I haven’t accomplished. Sad thinking about how I will be going back to
work tomorrow. I think about how my holiday is over, even though it was a long
break, I ask myself did I do anything meaningful.
If there's anything I've got to change it’s my
attitude towards work and my work environment. Is there anything I’m doing
wrong, can I change the things I don’t like? Can I grow to love something I
hate about it? I’m I happy? If not, what would make me happy?
I'm really hoping for a better year. I don't
want to jump in and give you a list of my new year’s resolution as everyone
would expect me to. I only have one thing I want for the year 2015, that is to
be able to find love. I want to love and be loved. I think it's a beautiful feeling
and we all need it at some point. We all need love.
Happy New Year my blog readers!!!
