Brief thought…

It seems today that adulthood has become all about preserving your adolescence. We work so hard to get to be 21, and then spend the rest of our lives trying to stay there. I hear people talk about college being the “best time of their lives.” Why? Because they got to be in the adult world, but got to act like children, basically.

I’m sorry, but if your four years (give or take) in college were the absolute best  time of your life, then you have a very sad, uneventful life. What about getting married? What about having children? What about the career that you had after college? Those things weren’t as good as final exams and classes? That sounds ridiculous to me. I certainly am enjoying college, but I am also under no illusion that my early 20’s will be the best time I’ll ever have in life. If that were the case, why doesn’t everyone just kill themselves when they turn 30? The next 40-50 years of your life are never going to be as good as those four years spent in classrooms being lectured to.

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The Gift of Time

I love you more
than the sand on the beaches,
and you can never run farther
than My reach is.
Your life may be short,
but in Me it’s eternal.
You make plans, but can’t thwart
the ones I have for you.

You keep looking for love
over and over again,
as if My Word isn’t enough
to reassure you of My promises,
of the inseparability of My love
from you.
Even when you reject Me,
a prodigal would-be,
I love you just the same.
It’s not Me who moves,
but you
who walks away.

I’m here eternally,
since before the existence of Time.
The seconds are my heartbeat
made tangible for you
to understand what you’re part of.
But instead, humanity
has made it
into an impending doom.
In reality,
it’s a gift from Me to you.
Understand that because
you are part of it,
you are also part of Me,
and are fully loved
even when you don’t believe.

Author’s note: Please give credit where credit is due if you plan to use this in any way (including on social networking sites), even brief quotations. This work is (c) Alena Crepea.