Skip to main content

Fifty percent

Image
By
It is after midnight and I decided to write. I love to write and there is no better time to write than now. Feels that way. Right after waking and feeling recharged. I noticed that my phone was at 50% charge and that is what I am going to write about. Is the phone battery half full or half empty? I am an optimist at heart. Most of the time I see the glass as half full. I am accustomed to making do with what I have. In many ways I am also lucky so it is easy to speak this way but it is what I know and I give my perspective. The percent (%) symbol looks like the yin and yang symbol. So much of life is a choice between one thing or the other. Life is a balance. That is really what it comes down to.

There are also some interesting perspectives when we are thinking about the glass being half full or half empty as I discovered some in this reddit thread. One is that the glass is twice as big as it needs to be. Another is that the glass is half empty if you are emptying it and half full if you are filling it. Then we have to consider the contents of the glass. We assume it is filled with something good then half full is good. But if it is filled with something bad then half empty is better. This has me looking for more perspectives and has me thinking, "man it is never as simple as black and white, there is always some gray." I like this Lisa Ling quote, "There's so much grey to every story - nothing is so black and white."

I also came across this quote of unknown origin that I really feel. "She sees in black and white, thinks in grays but loves in color." Somehow everything leads to love and that is really putting things into perspective. Instead of pondering on whether the glass is half full or half empty I should really be appreciating the beauty of the glass. It holds what I have. It is a vessel of possibility. A vessel of opportunity. I am thankful that I even have a glass to fill. Much like life and this body that we are given. A body with a heart that was made to love. A vessel for our soul. My battery is now at 39%. That represents energy. Energy like love and everything else has a source and the ultimate source is God. I found this hadith that is a fitting way to conclude my blog post, "Indeed God has vessels from the people of the earth, and the vessels of your Lord are the hearts of His righteous servants: the most beloved of them to Him are those which are the gentlest and softest."
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

How do we fix this world?

By
It is 4:39 pm and I have decided to write. It is a peaceful and quiet day. I am thinking about God, and how this life is a test. There is so much happening in this world that could make us sad. But we do not have to remain in that sadness when we put our trust in God. God wants good for us. God wants us to experience peace, and even happiness, despite what surrounds us. How do we fix this world? My friend Chatty suggests that maybe a better question is: What kind of person do I choose to be in this world? Because when enough people answer that question well, that is how real change begins. I want to be the kind of person that God is pleased with. Someone guided by God, not by ego. Someone who chooses patience over anger, humility over pride, and sincerity over appearances. I am doing reasonably well, but I am not perfect. And maybe perfection is not the goal. Growth is. Awareness is. Returning to what is right, again and again, is. I want to grow, and I will keep adjusting myself when ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Mundane

By
It is 123am and I have decided to write. I have this new idea for a book called Mundane. It would be me writing about the ordinary. We chase the extraordinary but there is beauty in the ordinary. There is beauty in the simple. There is beauty in the everyday. What about God? We often think about God in grand terms. But what if God is simple too? What if God is mundane? What if we look for God in the everyday moments? I sit in this dark room with the air conditioning on. The fan is also on. The curtain is down but I imagine the moonlight shining on the grass outside. The cats are probably sleeping. I wonder if anyone else in the neighbourhood is awake at this hour? Is there another writer around who is also writing about the mundane? The fan breeze helps the air conditioning cool me down. These nights are warm otherwise. A mosquito flies across my screen. Hello friend or foe. I cannot quite decide which one. If I had a swatter you would be gone. I check my notifications and there is an ...
Post a Comment
Read more

We are explorers

By
It is 215pm and I have decided to write. I had this question. What does God really want from us? Then I remember that God does not need us, we need God. What I am really wanting to ask is why create us, why life, why test us, why the mystery? Why not? It is human nature to ask questions. No matter how much we know, we will ask questions. We are always looking for reasons. We are always looking. We are always seeking. We are explorers. We could have been anything but God chose for us to be explorers. There is joy in exploring. There is joy in discovery. There is joy in not knowing. What I have arrived at is a reminder. Appreciate the now. Appreciate what is. Appreciate that one day things will make sense but for now we get to live. To live, to learn and to laugh. I like this quote by Frank Borman that I found, "Exploration is really the essence of the human spirit." If there was nothing to explore we would be static. There would be no movement. There would be no existence. Exi...
Post a Comment
Read more