An old couple holding hands.  A child resting her head on her mother’s lap.  Seeing an old friend.  A daughter grabbing her father’s hand.

There is so much warmth that comes to heart when thinking on these things.  What do they have in common?  They both involve more than one person being together.  Also, it provides a snapshot of love.

I was on the train today, and I saw a a mother take her hand and gently brush the hair out of her daughter’s eyes.  Her husband, presumably, looked on with love and approval.  It was so endearing.  I could just tell that they both cared so much for their daughter.  It was a sight to see.

While I am thankful to see such things, sometimes I can only help but to take a look at my own life, and the things that are there.  I have a wonderful family and a handful of close friends.  They all really love me, and I know that.  But still, there’s something missing.

Sometimes, I daydream about what it will be like to be married and have a child of my own (if it’s in His will).  I wonder what it will be like.  In my singleness, I am content.  I enjoy being free to do what I want, when I want and how I want.  I realize that right now is not the best time for me to have a family, let alone a wife.  While I have grown by leaps and bounds, it’s not my time yet.

Nevertheless, I dream on.  Things will happen when they are supposed to.  I will keep working on myself (and allowing myself to be worked on).  As I continue on this journey, I can’t help but to look forward to even better days that are upon the approach.  This much is true: I don’t want to rush the process.  I first must cure completely.

Seeing this picture encourages me to look at things differently.  I’m turning 35 soon.  They say that half of your life is over.  Is half of my life over, or is it just beginning?  That is the question.

Until next time.

Love & Peace.

-Herbie