One of the benefits of having time to yourself is that you get a chance for self-reflection. As much as solitude is associated with negative connotations, I think perhaps it is often underrated. I know, I used to believe it sounded like cliched "loser-talk" too, but lately I've been questioning whether being pathetic and being at peace is just a fine line of mirrored perception.
I will admit that regardless of what everyone else thinks, I've rediscovered the beauty of being able to sit on my porch on a bright, sunny afternoon with a novel in my hands and a Diet Pepsi at my feet. Time seems at a standstill, and I can't exactly describe the feeling of tranquility and quietness that I've been ignoring in the pace of my daily attempts at searching for the all that is missing in my life. Perhaps it is during those moments that God is trying to speak to us, but we are often talking too loud to listen.
I was making my way through a great read -- My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult, and while many may question my choice in literature (especially since I read The Last Song last week), this one honestly has a lot of complex interdependencies and food for thought to digest. I won't go into detail and ruin the book for you guys, but there's a quote I want to share that I found to be true and tragic at the same time;
"I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same."
I will admit that regardless of what everyone else thinks, I've rediscovered the beauty of being able to sit on my porch on a bright, sunny afternoon with a novel in my hands and a Diet Pepsi at my feet. Time seems at a standstill, and I can't exactly describe the feeling of tranquility and quietness that I've been ignoring in the pace of my daily attempts at searching for the all that is missing in my life. Perhaps it is during those moments that God is trying to speak to us, but we are often talking too loud to listen.
I was making my way through a great read -- My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult, and while many may question my choice in literature (especially since I read The Last Song last week), this one honestly has a lot of complex interdependencies and food for thought to digest. I won't go into detail and ruin the book for you guys, but there's a quote I want to share that I found to be true and tragic at the same time;
"I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same."
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