The Sermon

I am sitting in a room, next to a chapel. I can hear the sermon of the pastor reach my ears like pleasant words you try to pay close attention. This sermon which I am hearing from the next room aroused my curiosity. I am awed by the remarkable words the pastor is imbuing on a group of young teenagers. This is the period in their young life when parents, friends, and church/mosque are helping in forming these young minds. The creature in us is too complex to be entirely consistent. When I was sunny and pleasant boy I remember how family acquaintances will try to correct any wrong doing in their presence. I wasn’t the perfect kid on the block. It was the people in the community which searched out the true substance of the man in me. It is the true guidance of those folks which still guides me to deal wisely with the phenomena of the daily life.

We constantly find the core of maturity in us. We all have these cores of maturity; we only need to find them. We all must be capable to deal constructively with reality of the daily life. We don’t need to direct our creative and constructive energy into a negative force. One of the hard realities of life is to find the maturity in us. The measure in our life maturity is to find out how ready we are to accept the bad in life and be ready to put it behind while concentrating on the good that might be ahead.

Lately I have been thinking about whence the charming princess will wake me up from the doldrums of my dream of finding the perfect woman. Is there a perfect prince out there waiting to exhale me or fill the other half in me? Why not I am a good looking young Farah with a modest education. The reality dictates though that there is nothing as such thing as a perfect person out there or is there another half waiting to fill me into a full. I am full as people might see me today. Many years ago I jotted down all that I wanted to see in a woman; a patient woman,a beautiful smile, good set of teeth, a good family, same Qabiil(tribe), a hopeful woman and at least a woman with some college education, and a good personality. Now I know the Qabiil (tribe)line might have thrown some eyebrows around. Perhaps many of you might saying under your breath How naïve can you be Stoic?

Man is a gregarious animal, not only in our physical sense but also our social life. We all come from different family backgrounds. To be accepted into our community we all wanted to be aligning with the liking of our kinsmen. We feel that the only way we can increase our belonging to our circles of family ties is by joining ourselves to them. This is where maturity comes to play. I battled with the choices of my future wife for quite some times. I have dated women, but only got disappointed whenever she can’t pass one of my bias pointers. To desire that which is hurtful to others can be sinful and cruel in its sense. I have lied to women when they didn’t make through my selection bias. Of all the points I have made above are true in its sense. I am not convinced that I am right. They all are unreasonable demands. A large part of my answer lies in the priest’s sermon that I heard this morning; Maturity.undeniably we are all influenced by matters that are not of our liking, but we can still make mature decision as the priest put it to the kids. Maturity. Maturity. And Maturity!