The eyes of her heart had been enlighten, but she didn’t want that. What she really wanted was to go back to the good old days. Back to when she understood as a child and saw things only a child could see.
She wanted to be reminded of all the things which made her smile like Christmas and birthdays. She would often think to herself, ‘why can’t life be simple, like the way it was.’
Life seems so hard and cold as a grown up. No one told her what she should do or how to solve her problems. ‘Why’ she often wondered to herself. Why was life so easy as a child? She received things as a child, she was taught what to do as a child, but not anymore. When she matured she had to put away childish things. And so her deep brown eyes had witness many unpleasant things. As she looked and saw all the things she had done, and all the mistakes she had made. She couldn’t help but to be reminded how she couldn’t wait to grow up and make her own decisions.
She wondered about her life up to this point. As a child she wanted to be in control of her own life, she wanted to make her own decisions. She longed for the innocence of those days. Oh, how she longed to be a child again, for someone else to make the decisions. And then she grew up and things were not as simple as she thought.
That night as she laid her head down on her soft white pillow and cried. Her tears always seem to spell out those deep hurts. She embraced the night, because the darkness hid her tears she cried. When daylight began to fade into the even sunset. She knew sleep would come easily.
It was such a small thing to wonder, light can play so many tricks during the night. But her eyes had received enlightenment in the dark. Only when she questions her life was when the answers began to form. Her grandmother had told her that the answer come when we are ready to hear it. When we are ready to know the truth and not just what we tell ourselves. When we get real with ourselves and want to know the answers to the really big questions.
As morning finally ushered in and the bright sun began peeping through the ivory colored blinds in her bedroom. She reflected on the night before, the previous distractions that had captured her attention. “Was it all a dream?”
Her grandmother use to tell her about good and evil, about not living for the Lord. But she had dismissed all that kind of talk, she was not one of those religious nuts. She had told her grandmother that, “you can’t live your life waving a Bible in your hand.” Now all that seems like so long ago, so distant. After a while all her reasoning were gone, the only thing left was the truth. She found out the truth and the truth set her free
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