Isn’t life beautiful in all its diverse ways?
I mean people tend to prefer one side more than the other,
Like it’s better to be rich than poor, full rather than hungry, beautiful rather than ugly.
But where is the fun in that?
Isn’t the beauty of life in all those moments combined?
Like to ride in a range rover and the next ride in a matatu
To eat in a five course meal in a five star hotel, while in the next, eat one course meal in the neighborhood kiosk
To be served in fine cutlery and utensils in that five start hotel and the next be served with recycled water bottles for salt and toothpicks as your fork in the famous fast food joints
To walk on tarmacked pavements in the leafy suburbs and uptown estates to wrestle in mud to get to where you are going in the downtown estates
To speak fluent English and Kiswahili in your official hour to speaking deep slang in your social hour
To be simply brilliant and learned in your area of expertise to knowing nothing about a different area of expertise. We truly need each other.
To dress in the best of fashion trends and then to wearing a simple plain t-shirt and pants
To be chauffeured everywhere in one moment, then to walk long distances in the next in the name of saving bus fare
To having a potential bachelor try to woe you with the best life can offer to having a simple guy take you to the neighborhood kiosk for rice and beans and still having a great time
From having pocket full of money in one moment and being totally broke in the next or rather the end month
From enjoying the convenience of electricity and technology every second to having no electricity in a simple rural home and relying on traditional means for entertainment
To living in total darkness of God’s saving power and His grace to then coming to His saving knowledge and depending on Him for everything. And mostly wondering how you ever survived without Him.
I could go on and on of life’s diverse beautiful nature. Surely God did not make a mistake in allowing both sides to exist. In allowing us to experience both sides of life, He in each speaks and teaches us something new about each facet of this life, that belong to Him.
A young boy described the two sides perfectly in a short tale.
“One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, ‘How was the trip?’
’It was great, Dad.’
‘Did you see how poor people live,’ the father asked.
‘Oh yeah,’ said the son.
‘So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip,’ asked the father.
The son answered:
‘I saw that we have one dog and they had four.’
‘We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.’
’We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.’
‘Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.’
‘We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.’
‘We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.’
‘We buy our food, but they grow theirs.’
‘We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.’
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, ‘Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.’”
My question today to you is what makes your life beautiful? For me the beauty of life is not in the perfect moments but each and every single moment that defines this life. It may not always be enjoyable if you used to one side of life, but isn’t the diversity what keeps life intriguing and less boring? That to me is living life to the fullest.