A Refreshing Perspective

Relocating to another office, viewing rental places and getting ready for a work trip to Salt Lake City, Utah had me going in a circuitous busyness recently.
In the midst of a list of to-dos and schedules that I have packed myself into commitment during this period of changes and transition, I still manage to carve out a little time to the library for some books, this time I thought Christian reading is what I need. Right on the tall towering shelves, I chanced upon Philip Yancey’s 'Soul Survivor' and fell in love with it instantly as I laid hands on it.

I have progressed to the stage whereby finding books to read depend intuitively on the “feel” and “visual” senses I have on the book, of knowing that it is the right book to start with and that there is hardly a need to force myself to go beyond the “tenth” page in self denial.

Philip Yancey wrote in rhetoric expressions about being a follower of CS Lewis’s writings who in turn discovered G.K Chesterton that inspired him and eventually provide both authors motivating exemplification in writing their own works.

In his book, Philip wrote about the incessant joy in words , writing and returning to God:

“Their words sustained me, a lifeline of faith in a sea of turmoil and doubt. I became a writer. I have said, in large part because I realized the power of words in my own life, words that could sail across time and an ocean and quietly, gently work a transformation of healing and hope. More time would pass before I fully returned to faith, but at least I had models of what life-enhancing will look like. “

I felt a monotonous tone often in my life recently with joy suppressed that many a time this feeling manifest in my dreams recently in recurring themes. I hate the dullness and ordinariness of everything. The tight, restrained and repressing feeling gained in intensity each day like a general greyness that draped over my life. Worst, it is general and not spectacular. I think I am seeking something I can control. Writing becomes inadvertently my vent and creative outlet for release in a purposeful way.

I realised writing has become an essential tool for my self gratification. I know I can remain true to myself and exercise free will in my thoughts. Indeed a perfect way for me to keep my idealism burning and my energy flow going. You know it when this desire emanates from your heart, small and steady, dissipating and to let it out, expressions in writing becomes an inevitable part to act on this desire, it feeds and expresses the soul. How exuberating this way. On the contrary, it saddens me that we often keep our random thoughts floating in the mind and leaving it slowly dissipating into thin air. Eventually, we find ourselves living a conscious life with the treasures and true richness of thoughts subconsciously drowned in icy depth of our being.

This refreshing perspective and its actualization towards writing fills me with embullience. Just being able to uncover the richness of it brings joy, agreed?