Clasp

I love the idea that we are never really sure what is going on.

Odd statement? Why yes, I suppose it is, but at the end of the day, how sure are you about anything you're going through?

The group of friends that I hang out with most at school are spontaneous. Honestly, that is one of the best words that I can use to describe them as plans? Yeah, they don't really exist.

After receiving a text message asking all of us if we would like to seize the opportunity and go hang out at a particular time after a particular meeting that we would all be attending, the mild conversation between us was

'Shall we?'

'What do you think?'

'I don't know, we'll figure it out when we get there.'

I suppose we are part of a larger and infinitely more complicated workings that seem to go on in the minds of us university students, but it's not too shabby this idea of spontaneity.

We are at a loss when it comes to control- we do not have the capability, nor the capacity to be able to hold all of our decisions and the potential results that may flow from them. We see things in a two-dimensional light, we get the way the lines move about but we cannot see beneath the surface (or even above the surface) which we stand on.

The joy of faith and hope is that we don't need to pick our lives apart, analyzing every minuscule detail for I know that I am reassured with surrendering control. It is so hard; gosh is it ever, but the self-control that stems from it is something that can be used in so many different places.

But still, the idea of not having to hold so tightly is relieving- we are able to release our grip ever so slightly, allowing the blood to come back to our fingers. With time, our hand will continue to open more and more, allowing increasing amounts of light a twixt our fingers to shine through. We have been set free for a reason- let us not hold tight to this slavery.