Here I sit on the balcony above Canteen, a small restaurant in the heart of Kuala Lumpur, calmly watching
the world go by. Sheets of rain drowning out all noise as the heavy drops collide
with the city street. The soft sounds of
smooth jazz pouring out of my laptop calm my nerves even more. The screeching of brakes and occasional car
horn from down below slightly disrupts my trail of thought. The overwhelming thought
at the moment-
Life is good.
I am sitting comfortably while enjoying the lazy afternoon unfold
before me. Not a care in the world. The rain collecting on the street below
washing away dirt and grime lodged on its surface, cleaning the sidewalks that
are frequented by so many passer-byes. It is almost as if the rain has a transcendent
effect on my soul. Although I am physically covered from the open sky above, I
still feel as if the rain is washing away the dirt and grime inside of me as I
gaze upon it. I feel anxiety and worries melt and slip away into gutters of an
eternal abyss.
Unknown paths yet to be traveled in my near future cry for
my utmost attention. I make the transition out of being on an adventurous,
year-long missionary back to a ‘normal’ life in less than a month, and
the future holds so many uncertainties.
Who, what, where, when,
how, why?
The intensity of it picks up, here it comes. More rain. The cool downpour of droplets raining from
above continue to wash away anxious, polluted thoughts from my mind. Not a care
in the world. Truly, there is no place I would rather be than the present. A
coffee would be nice, but that would require getting up and temporarily leaving
the most peaceful niche in all of Malaysia. Couldn’t possibly do that, no, not
now. The rain is so calming to my soul at this very moment.
Life is good.
Here I sit, covered by an awning on a balcony above Canteen this lazy Tuesday afternoon. I
tell you, I am sensing the oddest feeling at the moment. As I sit upon the
ledge above the street below I see it, yes there it is. My very being is down
there, my spirit, my very soul. It is splashing in a puddle and dancing
underneath the myriad droplets descending from above. Yes, there it is, there
is me, there I am, there goes the filthiness dissolving and being swept away to the sewers.
My being so clean and free. I see them disappear beneath the street below, the former
thoughts that have plagued me for so long, yes, there they go. The-
Who, what, where,
when, how, why?
-have vanished before my very eyes. A pleasant piano solo
chiming out of the electronic device in my lap brings delight to my ears as I
notice the rain begin let up. Fewer and fewer drops falling on the city street
below. I am beginning to smell the fragrance, ah what a glorious smell it is,
that fresh, clean, unsurpassed aroma. You know it quite clearly, it is that wonderful,
subsequent scent that follows all rain storms where ever they go. It entices those cooped up inside to come on out
and experience the purity that the storm brought about. The scent of
freedom if you will. What a lovely scent it is.
Yeah, life really is that good.
