|Was he happy because of the water? Or was he happy because of the freedom to play with the water? It could be both.|
It was one of those sunny days in December.
Bright, clear, and blue sky. Warm yet tender breeze. Silent afternoons. That if you would close your eyes for a moment, you could imagine yourself relaxing by the beach.
But not for Markus.
I was sitting on a small wood chair in our laundry area few feet away from him. I watched him play with the faucet, letting him to discover the water flow as he turned its handle. At first, he threw me with few worried glances as if silently asking me, “Is it okay?”
I just smiled, assuring him that he got my approval.
Right there, I watched the joy on his face as he touched the cool water from the faucet and the water filling up in the pail. In the middle of that little entertainment, a thought crossed my head. Was he happy because of the water? Or was he happy because of the freedom to play with the water? It could be both.
Little did he know that life is basically like that. People continuously seeking for freedom. It is because the world today is filled with personal, invisible prison bars. Anyone of us could be a prisoner of doubt, of fear, of sadness, of being unloved, of failures, etc.
How I wish I could protect him from this universal culture of chains.
Well, if I love him this much. I am sure that the One who loves me so much loves my Markus more than I could love him. There, that is my solace.