I have to accept the fact that I have only one life to live by, never to be substituted.
I must sow this one and only life in the ground of humanity,
so that it can bear fruit to be picked up by the pilgrims of this earth.
How can the rising by RESURRECTION be possible
without the grounding by Incarnation?
Did not Christ say, “Unless a tree dies, it will not grow.”
I must accept the fact that I have no absolute control of my life;
For when I take a ride in a bus, in a car, in a boat, in an airplane, in a tricycle, my life is in hands of the driver.
If I trust my life at the hands of the drivers frail as they are,
I have but to trust God who is the absolute pilot of my life.
I believe that when I am in the deepest state of misfortune and suffering
I cannot invite others to join with me in my anguish;
I am alone to bear the weight of pain.
However, when I am in the sate of joy,
Many, I believe, are willing to share with me
the laughter and feastings.
This is a hard fact, a human lot to be accepted willingly.
I believe that my apostolate, however great I might think of it,
is really a very small contribution compared to the vast apostolate of the Church.
But, however tiny it is, however unnoticeable my share is,
it must be done; it is necessary for without the tiny grains of sand,
no beach can be formed to launch a thousand ships across the ocean.
I believe that in the evening of life, some spectra of my energy
have to fade away, never to be retrieved.
I must be humble enough to admit that I have to lose myself.
If I rise the next day, it is God’s hand that pushes me on
to face the challenges of living.
I should continue to conduct my life in accordance to my decision.
When I accept all what life entails, then death is no longer a stranger but a friend.
A friend, as usual, will accompany me to where I belong.