Half-Baked Answer
There are times when I admittedly question God. "Why me?" "Why does this have to happen?" "Why cannot it happen?"
I guess this experience is not exclusive to me. I’m sure others have thought of the same questions at some point in their life.
Turn of events, however, has its way of making us realize that there is what is called as "God’s time". It is time that we cannot decide on, though we can work toward; one that we cannot demand for, though we can pray for; one that we do not exactly know when it’s happening, though we can be assured of it arriving — usually at times when we have started to lose the need for it in favor of an alternative or a rest from exhaustive contemplation.
Two days after officially surviving yet another year of life’s intricacies, I received a package that contained an answer to my prayers. It came at a time when I was preoccupied with something else that I have been longing to challenge myself with. And it came roughly 3 months after an experience that made me reassess my self-worth and question how I value myself vis-a-vis my goals. But it just arrived. An answered prayer. One more step to getting the needed "break" by September this year. It’s all in His hands now. So help me God… Amen!
I’m now 26. Still young to some, old enough for certain serious arrangements to others.
In my years on earth, I have learned that somehow we cannot always rely on how things seemingly present themselves as opportunities to us. In an hour they lead us floating, in another, they pull us down. Life could be tiring. And the people around it, or playing a role in it, could make it worse. But there are also times when things are worth the risk. If they fail to bring favorable results, however, find assurance in the thought that that’s just how life is — Dammit! Who cares?! Ooppss… (Bad ending, I know = )
