Labour of Love

The sky is painted with clouds as the promise of rain fills the sky. All I feel is gratitude for even in the cloudy sky lies beauty , adding to that the clean smell of the earth filling your nostrils such, that it can't be described and you know then something beautiful is going to grow from that. Anything that had lied dormant without a hint of growth, or direction will be cleansed, revived and gaining from each raindrop that'll fell on the ground knowing that its survival depends on it.Even children don't pass an opportunity like that for them, it means playing carefree in the rain , they don't care about mudstains or that they'll be scolded for ruining their clothes for them it's an opportunity to make new friends and have fun with the old ones.

In the end every part of nature have its own beauty , its a combination of seasons in which we grow , get schooled and achieve to become the
best we can be ,regardless of people's opinion of who and what we should be in the end it all succumbs to what lies inside of you, once you grasp that any journey can be a beautiful journey as long as you choose God to be in control of your destiny nothing will be deemed impossible or rendered meaningless.

So as we celebrate Freedom day, a day which could be so easily described as a labour of love amongst our family and fellow South Africans, a labour of love that's so rarely recognised,still it impacts on the all the lives in our country ,because every action is fuelled by love which can't be measured by any margin.

That being said we've certainly have come a long way. There's still so much we have to achieve with endless obstacles along the way. Still we can make it ,if we turn believe into possibility and always remember the ones who has made it possible for us to be as free and may we never take what they had to endure for granted
for without them so many doors would've remained closed and nothing would've changed.