Seeing the guns . . .

The past week's events have been one of the most awakening experiences in my life. I am still pondering on the lessons to be learnt from that. The first was during a soccer game, the game was in the first half, the legs have just warmed up, the passes are neat, some disappointing. In a split second, the ball is in the air and I make a dash for it. As we are jostling for the ball, the other player kicks me with the boots in my eye. PAIN. Then I theatrically roll around the ground, {screaming I think} and I remember one of the players coming and asking "imegeuka?" - Swahili for, "has it turned?" I remember praying so hard that the minute I would remove my hand from my face, I would be able to see well. A few days later and some eye drops did the trick. I almost lost my eye, all in the name of a soccer game which I am so passionate about.

Have you ever thought about the people who are blind? What sort of experience is it? What do they gain? How do they view eyesight? Or perhaps, someone without legs. . . Does it change who they are? Do these things really matter? Could you do without them? What would happen if you would loose them? What would matter then to you?

The second was a robbery at gunpoint {though we have this feeling those were toy guns, but I don't like being overly courageous :-) }. The jokes aside, in that surreal moment, lying on the ground, and our rights/dignity being oppressed, our possessions being taken by force, I prayed too. I can't recall exactly what was going through my mind, but I was asking for life. Only. Just, life. That was all that mattered to me at that point.

God is good. The way in which this last ordeal ended up was a bright light in a dark tunnel. I still had the keys to the car in my pocket. I still had my wallet. No one was hurt. Everyone was alive and breathing. I don't remember being fearful. I remember having a lot of Faith that the situation would end well.

I sit here, looking at my screen, screening my thoughts, looking for my two cents of words. All I have is my mind, my health - myself. When the rubber meets the road, and it eventually does, what will matter is the quality of life we will have led. Not materially. Never. People, memories, experiences, laughs, tears, passions - these will matter. I think this week has been a test. A very intensifying one. How much am I willing to stand up for the things I do? Am I doing enough to be the best me? Have my talents/strengths been exhausted? Have yours? What are we waiting for?

I am soon arming myself with a violin. Music has been a long time passion of mine. I am taking the steps into this journey that I have been postponing for a very long time. Football till my legs cannot move. Sharing my experiences with other people and being the person who I would want other people to be. I want to express myself a bit more. I need to do the things that I love, more often. All the time. I want to be alive and make the most of these breaths. Some experiences happen for a reason they say. I haven't experienced so much yet. So much. Let's recollect those bad memories in the past. The fearful ones, the sad ones, the times we were brought down to our knees . . . Was there something worth learning there? And even so, let's not focus tooooo much on the past, or the future. How are we dealing with that now?

"Learn from yesterday. Live for today. Hope for tomorrow."

In the spirit of positivity: “Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness. How do you know this is the experience you need? Because this is the experience you are having at the moment.” - Eckhart Tolle