Sometimes, a period of time in one’s life is spent on figuring out things, of the past and present, or even crafting a vision for the future. And often, this period is not frivolous, fun or frugal, instead it feels like a series of woes and wounding of the soul, a deep excavation within to reach a certain kind of clarity.
One may think life is linear and blessed are those who find it so.
And depth is found in living fully and meaningfully whereby the days months years spent in dazed confusion, determined pursuit or dogged suffering, are gathered towards a wholesome existence. Sometimes, one must accept the inevitability of the years that make little sense, when one questions everything, when the heart bleeds, soul aches and the mind wanders, to allow the unfolding of one’s life. Gathering years then become the blessed years to blossom and last.
