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Today, as I was sitting down on the grass and feeling the wind gently tug on my hair, and rooting my toes deeper and deeper into the Earth, I realized something. I realized something that I have been trying to figure out for the longest time, and that is, how important it is to be content with today and humble ourselves in the now. I know I usually do a Bible devotion, and such, but I felt as though I wanted to just release this thought in in the form of a blog post. I wanted to write a personal blog, as a release for the flow of thoughts that I have had today.

As I go about my days, I find myself always either regretting my past and wanting to go back and change something, or being overly anxious and distressed about my future. I know that I can’t be the only one who feels this way. As I thought deeper about this, I realized how much my past and future consume me so much, that I completely have been disregarding my present. It’s as though, I entirely forget about it, even though it’s happening. Isn’t that wild? When my brain started to churn again, I thought about what my past self was like. If my past self was always worrying about the future, which is my present self, how much has changed? Just as how if my future self starts regretting what her past self did, which is my present self, how much would I grow?

The answer is, that I wouldn’t. What is a life, if it is constantly being drowned by anxiety and stress? What good would it do me to feel this way? Will it make me healthier? Will it solve answers and questions? Because, I don’t know if it’s just me, but I am always asking questions and am in need of so many answers. But what if there are a large amount of questions about my life that can’t be answered? Isn’t that the beauty of this life? Isn’t it beautiful to have mystery in our lives? In time, our questions will surely be answered, but in the meantime, why can we not just sit, breathe, and take in today?

What if our lives were like books? And what if all the books that were sold in bookstores were just the summaries of the stories? Can you imagine that? All the books we read being one page long? We can’t expect our lives to be one page and feel complete. It’s not a book if it’s one page. It’s not a life if you lived out all your dreams and fulfilled all your goals and had all your questions answered in a day. That’s why our lives must be like a book, enjoying every page, little by little. There will be new chapters, and plot twists, and an ending, but until then, why not enjoy it, right?

Just a thought. I hope I didn’t confuse many of you, and I know I went on for a bit of a rant, but I just felt the need to express that today.

Thank you for those who have been reading my posts, and until next time!

Kat

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