Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end. The story starts where ever you want it to. It could be from your childhood where your formative years developed you, it could be in your later years when you have had children and grandchildren, it could be those golden varsity years filled with self discovery. The beginning is just the beginning of a much bigger story. The end is also relative, because in a weird way you have the power to choose where a story ends, or rather what parts of the story you want told, however the end is still definitive and there is no more to be told after the ending. The middle is always the part that intrigues me. This is where the story develops and can really be shaped into a romance, comedy, action, tragedy, drama, thriller etc.
Every person’s story has all of these elements. While you are in the middle of your story you can still change things, and yourself or your circumstance to influence the way the story will be told. Even in times of tragedy you can have a silver lining, perhaps a message that you can learn from. In the middle you can change things, learn things, get better at things, fix things. In the middle we have the potential to grow, ask for help, help each other and we can change to the point where the story is completely different to the one envisioned at the start.
For us we are in the middle of Ramadan. Everyone I speak to always is astounded as to how fast the fasting month is going. We have settled into our new routines. Very much enjoy our family time and the sense of togetherness the month brings. We are also fortunate enough to be living in a country where our beliefs can be freely expressed, without prejudice or discrimination. Still there is enough time to do the things we want to and make the changes to be better people and effectively use the time for our spiritual gains. So as fast as it is going there is still time to enjoy the month and make the most of it.
As moms, we stress and fret about our kids, especially school! Their progress, whether they’re coping or not, do they have enough friends? Is it the correct school we have chosen? My kids are in the middle of the schooling year. Meaning there is still plenty of time to fix and change things if they are not working. Refine the schedule and change the homework calendar so that it works better, as opposed to complaining and focussing on what’s not working!
Come to think of it, we are in the middle of the year. We often look at the month/time of year and say wow half the year has gone and we haven’t done this or that. ‘Woe is me!’ about the fact that we’re in the same job, or same mundane routine, or the same house, car , life? And, of course, how quickly the time flies. Shouldn’t we rather see it as still half the year left to accomplish whatever it is we want to. Half the year to make real change, perhaps it’s just a mind change to see the things we already have and feel blessed for all the graces of our lives. There is so much to be thankful for, perhaps we can use that positive energy to make positive fruitful changes in what’s left of the year? Hmmm.
Perhaps, you could say I am in the middle of my life. We’re all in the middle there, right. Meaning we have so much opportunity to do things we have contemplated doing but never put to action. Call the friend you haven’t spoken to in ages. Reconnect with estranged loved ones. Start learning the skill you have been putting off and procrastinating over. Tell someone who you love, that you love them because you haven’t said it in a long time.
The middle is not the end. It has the potential to be the beginning. The middle is the part you have influence over. The middle is your destiny not yet realised. Appreciate the middle for all that it is. Best of all in the middle you can look back to the start, reminisce at all the things that have passed, learn from the mistakes you may have made, rejoice over the things that were successes, and always, always, love and appreciate the people who love you,… Added to that it’s not the end.
“The middle path is the way to wisdom… ” – Rumi