In our respective lives, we might have had cases where we unknowingly throw away what is supposed to be the treasure we had been hunting for. There might have been such moments when we turned to the one who later disappointed us, discarding the one who would have been of help. That is the limitation of humans. We have eyes that only see what is before us. We cannot see beyond what is before us.
Learning from this, I have come to the conclusion that the only hope for the mortal is to hand over his entire life into the able hands of God who can see beyond what our eyes can see. And who knows the course of our destiny from start to finish. Living only on our knowledge and possessions is futility.
I want to share with you a little of my lessons from the circumstances that surrounded my life with respect to my parents. I appreciate @ericvancewalton for creating such thing like #memoirmonday. It gives us the motivation to reflect on our lives and even bring to awareness those memories that have been the defining junctions in our lives. Learn more about the #memoirmonday initiative here
You might wonder what the gold is that I throw away. Yes, I really threw away the gold. For the greater part of my life, I did not realize that my maternal parent was the real deal. I was made to discredit her and cling to the other partner. I thought she was the bad one who did not love me and did not think anything good about my life as her child. This misconception ruled my mind for the greater part of my days with her. That is a regret I might not have the opportunity of undoing.
How could the one who meant no good for you be the one who assisted you at every time you needed assistance? How can she be there for me whenever I need help? How could she be the one to celebrate any good thing about my life and push me up the major ladders of destiny building? She was the one who was the real deal and did not realize until it was very late.
The other one whom my paternal uncles and aunts drummed into my ear that he was a true father has turned out to be nothing but a bad omen. I could not point my hand at or enumerate one good thing he has done or invested in my life. I threw away the original and held on to the fake.
Many of us might have scenarios that resemble this type. What really played out was the inherent hatred my paternal family had for my mother. The deceived me and others of my siblings to hate the good woman who gave birth to us and spend all her life striving to ensure we succeed in life. She was a rare gem.
Now she has gone to the great beyond. No matter what they thought about her or how they treated her, I'm glad she ended well. The one waiting has no one good tale from even the very offspring. Sometimes, he acts like a borrowed guide, not the true relative. I only hope he ends well. But the smell is highly unappealing.