“If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know
how amazing you can be.”
― Maya Angelou.
While leaving Bethany on a chilly day in spring, a very
short tempered Jesus was craving for fruit (figs to be precise) and he went to
a fig tree but when he looked up, there were no juicy figs waiting for him
(probably because fig trees only bear figs in summer.duh!)
So in anger, Mr.Jesus said to the tree “No man eat fruit from you
henceforth for ever!”
He doomed the fig tree to perpetual fruitlessness, i.e.,
death because it didn’t have the juicy fruit he was craving for and alas! by the next
morning, the poor tree had withered from the roots to the tip.
I might be the only one who
thinks that Jesus was a tad unfair to curse the poor tree instead of abracadabra-ing it to produce the biggest juiciest figs ever seen to man.
Moral of the story is, everything needs to live up to its
purpose in life..... so just as that fig tree was meant to create oxygen, pull
down rain and to provide the son of God with big nyummy juicy figs, I too should
have a purpose in life..... so what is my purpose of being a human being?
Is there something specific I was born to do, or was I just
born to love the people close to me, look good and be merry?
In a recent deep conversation with my sister in-law, I asked
her whether she would encourage my nieces to have children
“Of
course I want them to have NORMAL lives and
would like them to have families of their own. Tamar is always talking about
how many kids she will have.” She said.
Tamar is seven, at seven I never knew how children were ‘created’
leave alone how many I wanted.
Now I’d like to assume that most parents want the best for
their kids..... and I guess that since my sister in-law has been such an
exceptional mother to her children, it is understandable that she wishes the same
beautiful experience for her children. Her biggest purpose in life was to be a
great mum and encourage her kids to be the same; and I appreciate that.
So what is normal?
A nuclear family living in their picket fenced house in suburbia? A family living in a shack in a slum? or maybe a polygamous family living together
in a
little village in the middle of the jungle?
I guess ‘normal’ means different things to different people;
it just depends on experience or circumstances, but like most freethinking people, what I’ve
always perceived as ‘normal’ has constantly changed with growth and time. If you’d
ask me, some of the things I called normal two years ago are not the same things
I’d call normal today.
For example, I recently decided that it is not normal to be constantly unhappy and do nothing about it, it is not normal to live my life surrounded by doubt and regret, and for safety reasons it is not normal to try and fix something that’s broken as I might end up with a seriously deep gash in an attempt to fix it.
Whatever my purpose as a human being is, it is certainly not to do what is deemed as
‘normal’, I would rather go against the grain but never feel like I sold myself
short at any point of my life. But that’s just me..... I am too young and free to get stuck in any ways.
And as scary as my immediate future looks, I’d seriously detest finding myself dealing with the same demons I’m dealing with today ten years from now. Life is too precious to linger over the same old things; if something
constantly bothers me, I would rather get rid of it permanently and move onto
the next phase.
So no matter how subtle or crude our objectives in life are, there is no normal life, there’s just life. So get on with
it.
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