I will be whom God intends me to be

i will beMy life is a pilgrimage to the unknown.

True, my life is a gift from the Divine. But every moment of my existence is flooded with uncertainties. There are things that would seem irrelevant, but are actually part of a bigger puzzle that has yet to be completed.

I was seated on a bench inside De La Salle University’s campus reading Paulo Coelho’s “Aleph”. I recounted being excited about it, then falling back to the routine of leaving it in one corner of my room for dust to accumulate. I was too engrossed with every line, every syllable vibrating in my head, sensing the urgency to act on my life NOW.

Knowing your personal legend. Following your heart. Listening to the soul of the Universe. All these things boil to one: living your purpose. A state of euphoria washed over me, for somehow a portion of my being has been revealed.

“Listen to the signs,” as Paulo Coelho would say. Yes, signs. They surround us, until that one instant when that sign hits you directly that there is no other way but to heed its advice. They come in different forms. One could be that remark given by a neighbor or a simple act of kindness from a stranger. Some would take it from nature, observing the slightest change of weather and finding clues from the noise and movements of our not-so-distant relative of the Kingdom Animalia. Worst, it can be the kind of sign that breaks us to make us see the other dimension of our life.

My heart’s longing to be freed, and so it will choose to follow the signs. I will embark on a journey, outside my comfort zone, far from the roots that had given me nutrients for me to grow. Away from the man to whom I had given my heart entirely, who had chosen to break it in the end for his own personal search. Withdrawn from the awkward routine of life that has kept my feet on the ground with my heart set a prisoner.

To the road less traveled is where I will go, where new people, total strangers will be welcomed in my life. With new beginnings, new challenges, new commitments, new lessons I had never thought existed. This is the path of the risk-takers. They fall, they rise again… for a determined heart doesn’t know how it is to surrender.

I am never giving up in this pilgrimage of mine. I will travel my life not in the act of cowardice, but instead clothed with valor and victory. Mistakes will follow me, but that won’t deter me, for these will just lead me closer to my purpose.

I have come a long way, and I would not waste my life sitting in a room, crying my heart out to such pure love that was lost, and dreaming dreams that would remain dreams without my rising.

I stand firm. I will be whom God intends me to be. That is unknown, but I know God will lead me there.

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