Friday, April 2, 2010

Sympathy

I feel as though we are not born in a moment, in a neat collection of minutes that can be written down for all inquiring posterity, but, instead, we are born over a span of years, our consciousness developing slowly, discovering the world a piece at a time until, one day, the puzzle is complete and we are born to existence. Sure, once the picture comes together, there are details that still need to be filled in and colors that need to be defined, but there comes a moment that defines every moment that comes after it.

How interesting it is to stand and watch the pieces gravitate toward one another, like a drop of water instinctively absorbing another. Nature -- we cannot fight it and, yet, we live within it. How can we keep from growing up, from understanding who we are, who we are meant to be?

It is a scary thing to stand and comprehend yourself, to begin to see your place in this vast sea of souls. I am standing and I am waiting, watching the pieces fall slowly into place as the lines wax sharper every day. The things I want to do, to see, to be! I could almost explode from it.

But I will wait patiently, working side by side with the One who created it all.