Falling this close to the finish line

When I was a child, I participated in a race. Before I could cross the finish line, I fell. I gathered myself and pledged that I’ll never run again.

The fear never left me. Whenever I had to run, I did it half heartedly, told myself that I’m above the race.

That until, I was in one, and I could see the finish line. I could almost touch it, I was this close. A few more steps would have tripped me on the other side. But falling has somewhat become my thing. Ran out of luck just a few steps short of finish line. 

Only this time, I won’t pledge to stop. This time I’ll gather myself and start where I left off. This time I’ll cross the finish line. 

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Vulnerability 

Image by Larm Rmah

One of the things that disturb me the most is watching people take away other people’s right to freedom. Freedom to express themselves, freedom to just be.

I come across these posts on Facebook where people like you and me, the ordinary kind, judge other people based on how their opinions are shaped by their disabilities. And I find it so disgusting. Would any of us wear our flaws out in the open and then let people like us judge them for its impact on our speech?

We live in a world where people cannot come forward with their deficiencies. Where we cannot take bravery and mettle from the deprived. We have a self-engrossed concept of pain and the subsequent reaction to it. We will hide our own flaws behind the armour of our body, and boldly criticise those who live a life of vulnerability and no amount of armour can hide it for them. 

What we fail to realise is when God puts people through a grave trial, He empowers them with equal strength to carry its weight. 

And fact of the matter is those who don’t know how to be vulnerable, will never truly experience what real strength and liberation of embracing yourself are. 

So as long as your freedom is not hurting another being. Be free in mind, body, and heart.