It is well with my soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Song pastor sang at church today.

Choices

I wanted to write about a nauseatingly perfect couple from a movie faced with reality in the second half of the story, (btw the term “nauseatingly perfect” never intrigues me lesser), a new year that began without resolutions, a beautiful song from the pastor on a beautiful Sunday morning- but somehow managed not to make it. Went down the “some other higher priority things” whirlpool instead of choosing some little yet important pleasures. We make choices everyday- day after day, year after year at the cross roads of decision making, moving forward- and facing the consequence of the decision. Of late I seem to have chosen work as everything- I don’t know if I had a choice to make that choice??!! And cutting out the “hypothetical management crap” of the “work smarter and faster” concept- it’s challenging to keep up a work-life balance. Scales are titling- weighing down heavily towards the work side as my family and emotions try to pound on the other side to balance the pointer. Someone chooses to go to that college, that job, marry that on- they sweated to make the decision and more important to make it work for them. On the other hand there is another who happened to go to that college which worked out well, happened to get the job that became so enjoyable, happened to marry this guy who turned out to be great. At any time should we make the choice or let go? Or maybe that depends on the cross road I am at- or on my nature, if it’s in my system or not- to make that change or not make changes!! So typical a thought among the 20 somethings- visiting and revisiting priorities and decisions, talking it out with other 20 somethings- till the mid 20s crisis is over- we try to make the right choices that will stay forever till the last breath. But too much thought is vanity they say- With much wisdom comes much sorrow, the more knowledge, the more grief. Should we steer the boat or set the sails to the wind?

In this strange world of ironies it’s hard to pin down the right thing.

As I chose to walk the road am walking already, one of my friends from work is leaving today- taking a diversion to some unknown roads and challenges- he wants to live to his belief than let someone else shape it. May the force go with him as I wish him the very best this day. Again an irony huh?!