“Six days do your work, but on the seventh day do not work, so that your ox and your donkey may rest and the slave born in your household, and the alien as well, may be refreshed”. Exodus 23:12
last saturday, my intense resolve to go to work was not able to overcome the weakness that i began to experience the night before. i felt dizzy and whoozy. and just too lame to even stand up for long, much more walk around. you see, last thursday and friday, being weekend, i was up and about doing this and that at home. and friday night, i spent more than two hours ironing a week’s set of clothing for three. no big deal really. well maybe, when i was younger. but since i turned forty almost three years ago, there were changes that most of the time, catch me by surprise.
like last weekend. one moment, i was okey. the next, totally incapacitated. o darn! i know these are signs of ageing. but combine it with hypertension, obesity and pre-menopausal symptoms (ha-ha!), how worst can it possibly get? whereas before i read about beauty and fashion, lifestyle and entertainment, now tops on my must-read list are about health and well-being, alternative medicines, exercise and diet.
there are times that i feel bothered not to be able to do things that i need to, simply because of my physical limitations. especially those that i was used to. like moving cabinets and furniture around the house, lifting heavy boxes way beyond my own weight, not to mention iron clothes for more than two hours. sometimes, i get frustrated that these are now past tense. and the sooner i learn to accept it, the better for me to live in the present tense. and better yet to move on towards future tense (ha-ha again!)
but come to think of it, even superheroes have their own weaknesses and limitations. remember superman and kryptonite. spiderman and his dark side. achilles and his heel. how about darna minus her bato (stone)?
so consider this. i’m no superhero. nor even a hero at all. i’m just plain old me going through the motions of time, watching my fountain of youth dry up by the minute. the sooner i learn to accept that, the better i can see the wonders of old age. besides, it is probably God’s way of telling me to stop, look and listen.
stop… to rest, recharge, rejuvenate, refresh.
look…to see the beauty of the world around me and be thankful for all i that i have, and maybe perhaps even those that i don’t.
listen… to that voice from within; God’s gentle voice which speaks to us moment to moment. the same voice which soothes us… heals us… strengthens us…
but we are oftentimes deaf by choice. we refuse to listen. not even to our bodies which already beg us to stop, because it can no longer go on one more step further. too busy with the dictates of our worldly clock that we burn out before we even know it.
i am now at my prime and i won’t let the hands of time keep me from doing what i still can. because whenever i need to stop, i will. and i will look and listen to what really matters. and i know it does not always necessitate physical strength and stamina which is bounded by our humanity. what we really need is love to share and time to do it. how we do it is up to our imagination. and that, my friend, knows no limits.