Wow, compared to the titles of my other posts, this one is almost Edwardian. Now there is something I've never observed until typing 'Edwardian' just now, my middle name is Edward, perhaps that's why I give such lengthy explanations of all things. Forgive me; I digress.
There is always something to be happy about and I believe it more now than previously. Yesterday we had a pep-rally. I left school with a funny feeling inside. The last time I had been at a pep-rally I was not enjoying it. High school was not a fun place for me. I did not fit in and knew it. Pep-rallies were times that really heightened my awareness of it because I just couldn't understand how people could get so worked up over nothing. And thinking back now I think it was one of many "Population Growth" moments in my life.
Yet, I was happy all the same. And even more once I left and began reflecting on who I was and who I am now. Even though I felt strangely out of place in that gymnasium yesterday, I was quite glad that I felt foreign. It was just another solid reminder that this place is not my home. I am bound for another place.
And last night I went to a bonfire with some of my closest friends. They're foreigners too. And we talked about the most varied subjects one could hope to enjoy. One of my friends listened to one of my trains of thought as long as he dared, but hopped off at platform 13 which is still a good way from the journey's end; he did it for his safety. My mind is a funny place. I was talking about sheep and Jesus and the way we use words and how I don't think Father ever means to insult us, but rather means to humble us.
And today I am working. Job number two. Only two and a half more hours. I'm counting. I'm also listening to a song: "Funny the Way it is".
It's very much about perspective. And the hands holding my life. If the hands are my own, then I have much unhappiness to endure. But if my life is held by another, by strong hands, then I have much joy to expect and experience. I don't hold my life, or at least I strive not to hold it. The Giver holds my life. And that is something to be happy about.
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