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Summer in Thoughts

      The summer holiday was gradually coming to an end. She had just 1 week left before the new semester would commence and she couldn't bring herself to think that she didn't really travel as she planned to and  for a traveller, it wasn't a good holiday.
   She was supposed to be in France improving her French language, having fun with her cousins and generally enjoying the scene with a breath of fresh air but here she is, stuck and forced to take a review of life, wondering why people need visas to visit other countries, why things don't always go the way we plan and generally why life is so unpredictably difficult.
    Just to amuse herself, she decided to make a trip to another city within the country for a week. It was there it dawned on her that her love for traveling didn't come simply because she was going to a new place, it was actually because of the attitude behind the journey, the thrill of planning the trip, the places you want to visit, the people she was going to meet and the lessons she was going to learn from this trip altogether brought about the joy she got from travelling.              This one week journey was so annoying from the day she decided to go on it till the day she returned because all these factors weren't present. She initially didn't want to go, she hated the hours spent on the train, although the person she was going to pay a visit to was so hospitable, she didn't like the fact that she was there, the only thing she liked during the stay was the conversations and the midnight walks, the only things that kept her sane.
     Thinking of how real and frustrating disappointments can be brought her to going back on the relationship she was trying to build with her God therefore creating fear for the future and wondering if it would ever work out, if she would ever be happy and satisfied in life, if she would ever be useful to herself and her generation as she had always hoped. But deep down, she knew that her God, no matter how silent He seemed was always faithful and He had a way of making disappointments worth it. She only had to stand, pick up what's left of her faith and hopes and keep pushing through life because at the end, it would all make sense. She knew she had spent this summer holiday sitting on the window of her mind observing, doubting, hoping and praying that God would sprinkle some seasoning on her life and that He does it as soon as possible too. 

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