As a kid growing up, you imagine, you dream, you already know what life is going to be like. You fathom it, it is all planned. When I’m 20 something, I’d be a doctor, perhaps a lawyer, no a nurse. I’d be married with 3 or 4 kids – 1 boy, 2 girls, or 2 boys and 2 girls, or perhaps I’d have twins. I can just picture it now, my perfect life, perfect husband or wife, massive mansion and loads of cars.
We dream, we imagine, we plan, have high and great hopes, and nothing could take away those dreams from us. We shield it with everything we’ve got, believing that life could only be that perfect! That perfect life, full of so many wonders.
However, as you grow, you find that life isn’t as perfect as you thought. It isn’t all a bed of roses as you had imagined. Mummy and daddy didn’t warn you of some of the challenges, pains, hurts, that would come along. Even mummy and daddy didn’t know or realise that they could be one of the sources that adds to the pain. The friends you had thought you would grow with, you find that they are no more. The one man or woman that you thought you would spend the rest of your life with quickly multiplies to be men, women you share illicit intimacy with that marriage just isn’t and doesn’t look like an option anymore. For some of us, we feel we’ve lost our souls to too many devils, so who in the world is going to save us?
Sooner or later, you find that the job you thought will bring you satisfaction or fulfilment doesn’t fill you anymore. If by chance you didn’t make it to be a doctor, a lawyer or even a nurse, you begin to ask yourself a question, what have I achieved? You conclude nothing! Life as you thought isn’t so full of wonders after all.
Then comes the feeling of emptiness, and the fear of what might or might not be. Who will rescue me? You ask. Who will save me, help me? Where would I, could I go from here? Is there anything really to hope for? Believe for? And if you are religious, you’d ask is there anything that I could possibly pray for? And even if I did pray, would this god really answer me? Where is this god anyway, am I really sure he or she or it exist? God, there is no god, you might even conclude. There again continues, the emptiness, the fear of what might or might not be, and the questions that never receives answers.
Nevertheless, a time comes where you are given an option. No it’s almost like a proposition. You give this to me, and I’d give you that. But until, you hand what’s in your hand to me, I cannot hand you what I have in mine. It reminds me of that part in the bible where Jesus Christ said, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30). That is the proposition. That is the option. Is it worth it? Deal or no deal?