My first Post of 2007

You know, each individual's life can be compared to that of a chunk of wood. We all start together, each just like the other. Same weight, same specifications. As we go on the road of life, the experiences we have coupled with the skills we learn, and blended with the talents we have, shapes and moulds us or rather, the chunk of wood.

Some pieces of wood become big sturdy ships. Ships that to some is just mere transportation, but to those in a flood, a lifeline. Ships are sources of strength and hope and life in times of distress. Some people are like that.

Some pieces of wood become small fragile pencils. Thin, light and easily broken into two. Pencils that tell of great stories or spreads important announcements be it joyous ones or sad ones. Pencils that write messages of hope or peace or light.

Some pieces of wood become musical instruments. A guitar or a violin or a clarinet or a mere drumstick. It doesn't matter what instrument, what type what size what shape, because an instrument is judged in the music it produces. and the music that is produced is of an unknown language, one that offers comfort to those in sorrow, that offers rest to those who are weary, that offers peace to those in struggles.

Then, there are those pieces of wood, who rot. Literally. Infested with termites, they feel so discouraged and distraught that they simply let the experiences that they have had wear them down and tear them apart instead of moulding them into something significant.

What piece of wood are you? What piece of wood do you want to be?