Life is fleeting.
In the wake of the very much publicised Parisian tragedy, I’m once again challenged by the fragility of life. Yes of course we’re young, free and maybe even invincible but like it or not, our days are in actual fact numbered.
Many a time I found myself being stuck in the irony of wishing my life away while I was at work, counting down the hours till I clock off and completely missing the point. Why is it that life is so precious yet I’m undermining it in my day to day life? Why do I find it so difficult to embrace and make the most out of the season that I’m in?
Does the sweet spot even exist?
So many questions, not enough answers.
I know for a fact that I’m blessed in so many ways… yet I still struggle with discontentment. I’m blaming my worldliness for that.
Do you find yourself stuck in a similar situation as well, swaying between thankfulness and awkwardness all the time?