This must be something that comes with a certain age. I started questioning a purpose of my existence.
The first two decades of my adult life were spent running in a survival mode. School, college, work, moving across the world, building the family and starting a career in a completely strange country. All these came not without a struggle. And this struggle, this every fight was nothing but an accomplished long list of "to do's".
These are not the words of regret or remorse of my past, but rather a summary, and end result.
"Faith, instead of cases but reckoned me, O my God..." - from the 8th morning prayer. These words of wisdom have been hunting me. How do I live Faith?
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