I just got back from an out of town trip and as the taxicab shimmied down the road, it pulled to a stop because of the early morning traffic. I let out a sigh, knowing that my anticipated rest will be delayed a little bit longer.
As my head turned on my right, I saw outside the slightly tinted window, two teens busily sniffing a substance inside a plastic container, contentedly leaning on a concrete fence. I shook my head and utter a prayer.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, just a few feet away from the teenagers, I saw two people on the sidewalk, sitting on a chair, facing each other. The older one is holding a Bible, talking, while the younger man is listening attentively to his preaching. A smile lifted on my cheeks and I uttered another prayer.
As the vehicle taxied closer to my destination, a realization is slowly forming in my mind.
Life consists of two colors. Black or white, night or day, dark or light. The choice is mine and I am the only one who will suffer or take delight in listening to the call of my own choosing.
Sometimes, I blame God or others of the consequences of my actions, forgetting that my will is the only thing in my life that no one could ever touch.
I could be influenced, coerced or submit to someone else’s opinion but the last say is mine and mine alone.
Life also exist in other colors but they are just a
reason or an alibi to cover up or expose the delicate matter of my decisions. I need to learn to swallow the bitter taste or the sweetness of the outcome of its fruition, knowing it is me who planted my own conclusion.
As I got more closer to my home, I uttered a simple but a heartfelt prayer, that in the midst of the different hues of life or the seemingly dullness of black and white, I will perceive and choose the right passage in life.
Jesus love you ❤