On a very bloody Friday there were three men hung on crosses. One man cried out to his father, "Eloi, Eloi, Lama SABACTHANI" (my God, My God, why have you forsaken me). The second man spat out curses to each person around him, a product of his environment he blamed all but himself for his life and his end. The third man watched the other two and found God in that moment.
All of us live in a sense in these three men. Our lives in snapshots can be seen as each of these people. Either we have, or we shall come to each of these points in our short lives. There will be moments where we are so alone that not even God seems to hear us crying, there will be moments where we turn our back on our own personal responsiblity for our lives, and in the end we all meet our maker.
In the nonsequensial stages ouf our life we must come to realize that we are never alone, each of us travels echo's of each other's footsteps. We are not alone, we are not victims, but we are mortal. Embrace the life that you have, take control of your life, and embrace life with love for in the end it is only our actions done out of love that trully matter.
Namaste my friends.
Currently reading :
A Dirty Job: A Novel
By Christopher Moore
Release date: By 21 March, 2006
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