Think the reason we run form activity to activity without pause and plan our schedules with numerous events, is to assuage the grimness of Time.

When we’re running we’re going with its flow…

However, when we stop and actually breathe… we’re assaulted by its full weight… where Time drags the temporal perimeter around all the tangled messed-up pieces of our lives on top of our weary shoulders.

I guess you end up looking yourself full in the face and staring yourself in the eye… until the bone-wearied half-self of “who-you’ve-become” looks away in shame… battle-worn and scarred with emotional backlash, trudging on forward to the end of a battle yet unseen.

Not to overtly dramatise, but life is like an emotional battle. An emotional battle to stay sane; to fight with courage a battle where honour is scorned and chivalry is mocked, kindness is misconstrued and love – the war trophy we carry home when the battle is over.

Or is the battle ever over?

When we think our lives sated with the promise of sweet love – do we merely ride the wave of an emotional high – precious yet short-lived? And the next day… fall in line again in preparation to show the world the stuff we’re made of. Yes. We can conquer the world.

Guess when we’re feeling worthless and fighting a battle, the purpose for, we’ve long forgotten… bone-tired and weary… fearing for tomorrow, tired of the dirty clothes and the aching feet and the same bomb shelled scenery – we’ve got to put the whole battle into God’s hands.

If God has placed us in this crazy world of emotional ups and downs and surrounded us with so great a crowd of witnesses… might it just be… ever so slightly… that He might have some purpose for us in this battle?

Think if my commander-in-chief said… “March until you reach the moon”… I’d be a fool to say… “Well… my feet are aching and I really need a shower right now… can You send someone else instead? And pls hand me that martini and while You’re at it, pls send me all the way to Malibu, park a red convertible in my garage and give the keys to my butler. When You leave… just send in the gorgeous boys… thanks.”

People say, “Ah cherie, you are so excitable and agitated! Come ma cherie, there is no need to be so wrought up! There is no battle! There is no fight! Come now c’est la vie … just drink a lot, play a lot… life is like a box of chocolate yes? Tut, tut… all this worry is making you wrinkled… ah such a pity! Smile my dear. Live life such that you enjoy every moment of it – and never regret. We have to try it all! Taste it all, my pet! Ah Sweet Life… no you are mistaken… there is no battle. You are stressed over nothing. Come cherie let’s dance.”

People say that, “life is not worth living if the sole purpose of your existence is to continue your existence.” Isn’t that the same as living merely for pleasure? If the main existence of your life is for the accruement of more pleasure and seeking faster, better, bigger, snazzier, sexier, funkier pleasures… isn’t it all circular in the end?

If there were no steps in a perfect dance… would it be as sweet?

Would attaining eternal glory be as glorious if there were no steps to attaining it?

When we learn the steps of a slow dance, the mistakes are painful – but that night at the dance floor… everything is worth it. I guess it’s the same for eternal glory. The steps are painful but at the end, you might stumble and fall and sometimes you wonder why the hell are you even doing this. But in the end, when you receive the eternal crown – isn’t all worth it in the end?