• Lorna Ilena Bussue

Life Building Blocks

Being of middle age, Emeralda looks back at her past life and makes comparisons of her various experiences. She is aware that many persons think that the past should be left behind but although this view might have a logical ring it also has an impractical twist. This leads her to question the possibility of totally isolating oneself from the past.

Emeralda knows that she is shaped by her past experiences. There is one person that she would have loved to have in her life. She feels that her life would have taken a different course if they were together. As fate would have it, that was not meant to be. Try as she may, she cannot leave him behind as he is deeply buried in her heart. If her life had travelled her desired course then her whole life would have been different. This has led her to believe that there is a bigger plan for us that we only become aware of once it starts to unfold.

She learnt that to build a life of regret based on her past would only serve to reduce her to a being that is less than who she once was. As a result, she has adapted to life's changes and knows she is a better person than she once was.

There is one area of her life that she loves without measure, that of having her children. As a result, she never cease to give thanks. She knows that she has made many mistakes in the way she handled her maternal relationship with them but is grateful for their forgiving spirits. They have engendered in her a new understanding and appreciation of life. Now her experiences are intricate building blocks of her character. Emeralda believes that experiences are not indicators of time but rather depth of character. They have permitted her a glimpse of the enormity of life lessons in keeping us humane.


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