On Regaining Paradise…

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Once upon a time there lived a girl. She was a very ordinary girl, but she dreamed of romance and adventure. So she stuffed her head with fairy tales and stories and waited for the day her life would change.

Life went on and took various twists and turns. But the girl never gave up hope that one day she would move out of the normality to grander and more adventurous events. Through all the little twists in the road, she strode on, reminding herself that she would meet her Prince someday.

And incredibly that day did dawn! Her Prince rode into her humdrum life and turned everything topsy-turvy. Before she knew it, she’d been wooed and wed! When the dust finally settled, she looked around for the next big adventure, but found none.

Life soon began looking - dare I say it – ‘normal’ and the girl wondered if she would ever begin to LIVE! Moping and ranting about the mundane soon became a pastime, nay, a habit.

Until finally He stepped in.

Quietly and gently, He effectively stopped her in her tracks by showing her a mirror. As she took a long, hard look at herself, she couldn’t help but see the road she’d travelled so far, in the reflection.

And surprisingly, the road didn’t seem so ordinary anymore. The life she’d lived, the people she’d met, the events she’d experienced, were all adventures in themselves. Every moment had shaped her into the person she had become. There was nothing normal about it!

Then He brought her Prince to her and said, “It’s how you live your life that matters.”

Seeing Love mirrored in two pairs of eyes – the Prince’s and His – the girl began to weep. Here she’d been, with all the treasure and adventure anybody could ever ask for, in the palm of her hand; but instead she’d wasted so much time looking for something that was already hers!

Then the Prince and the girl (who was now a Princess, of course), with Him before them, walked hand-in-hand down the narrow, winding road and they lived happily ever after.

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