“Some days are meant to be counted, others are meant to be weighed.”
“It was when I was happiest that I longed most…The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing…to find the place where all the beauty came from.”
– C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
I love living here. Isn’t it beautiful?
Despite my happiness, I find myself beginning to long for things: understanding, maturity, and balance.
Some days I am overwhelmed; some days I am lonely. Throughout all of the struggles, I am trying to find contentment in the ordinary things. A beautiful field under an open sky. I fight fear with curiosity, yearning for more knowledge about this enigmatic country, so far removed from what I know. Some days I wake up and understand everything going on around me. Some days I wake up and feel more lost than I could have imagined. Why can I always have a conversation with so-and-so san but never make out two words from that third grader?
I may not have attained much balance in my life yet but I’m looking for it. Isn’t that a step in the right direction?
If we remember that far, far away
the future is shining somewhere
we only have to be afraid a little
as we sit here under the beautiful blue sky.