Ink SpillWe want to be filled with grace but it seems like it’s a feeling so lost in childhood.
To be filled with grace, you must first give it to those who are most dear.
They are the ones that raised you since you could be held in a palm of hand.
They fed you, cared for you, loved you into the person you are today.
But when we grow up, we begin to despise, we see the once perfect beings be turned into in-perfect flawed humans. and we despise them for that. for we see the flaws and baggage they’ve given us to carry for the rest of our lives.
We’ve grown up to know better, WE ARE BETTER, WE ARE RIGHT!
And from that festers hate.
We have taken an oath on ourselves to prove ourselves right, to point out their weakness.
But what we do not see is that their hourglass counted more sand than ours.
It’s too hard for them to change, too hard for them to see a new.
It does not matter whether we are right, it’s not our goal to fix them, it’s our goal to love and respect them.
They’ve raised us in their nest and now our youthful wings soar, but when we are in their presence, we need to lower our wings. For there will be a time when our wings are sore and weakened, and our younglings will peak us in strength. Then, you’ll see your hourglass on its last minutes. And you’ll feel how difficult it is to change, change the baggage you’ve collected through the sands of time. so you’ll hope your younglings will be patient with you and not demean you for they have a brighter mind and they indeed might be right but your mind will sometimes struggle to see the light.
Remember that a love of parent cannot be repaid, it can only be honored.