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THE BEAUTY OF LIFE - MOMENTS OF JOY AND LAUGHTER, MOMENTS OF TEARS AND REGRETS

Moments of Joy and Laughter
To start with, I will like to from the onset capture two pairs of factors in this first piece that beautify our lives; these are moments of joy/laughter and moments of tears/regrets. Be patient, stay with me in this journey, I cannot promise you heaven and earth but one thing I know for sure is that the end of this journey proves to be life defining and fulfilling.

Inevitably, time will come that life will throw at us pleasant moments; moments we would love to keep experiencing again and again. These moments make us laugh and send chill down our spines, they are moments that momentarily make us forget our sorrows and troubles, and these are the moments of joy and happiness.

Happiness and peace are two things you should not deny yourself daily, the obvious reason being that you have single life to live within a short time frame. However, happiness and peace is not the absence of chaos but the ability to discover purpose in the storm and knowing who is with you in the storm. Knowing this will keep you focus even amidst the most joyous moments that have the capacity of derailing you off life’s purpose.

Most men and women in the past experience moments of laughter and joy; some discovered purpose in it while to some, those moments destroyed them. Therefore, we all must be careful and cautious of happy and joyous moments of life, they are meant to relief us, make us laugh and appreciate life the more but not to drive us off course.

God cares about us, He smiles when we smile, He laughs when we laugh and He is happy whenever we are happy. Thus, He derive pleasure in seeing us passing through such moments of life with our head held high focusing on Him and not losing sight of who He is in our lives. Moments of joy and laughter adds beauty to life, appreciate them always.
Moments of Tears and Regrets
Again, because life is never a bed  of roses, neither has it ever promised us a smooth ride; we will surely have our fair share of tears, regrets and moments that leave nostalgic and remorseful feelings whenever thought of them come to mind. These are moments and life’s experiences that leave us with no option than to ask “why me Lord”?
Quite a number of experiences in life will leave us with regrets, especially ones emerging from wrong choices we have made in life. At such moments, we often wish if we can turn back the hands of time. Again, other life’s experiences coupling with our regrets will leave us in tears; at times tears become our food and it feels as if the night is prevailing over the dawn.
Regret is a self-created prison cell, it locks you and stagnates you in one place so that you cannot move on with life; get out of it, break free, let go of  the past and move on. Yes, it is human and normal to cry and shed tears, but don’t let your tears tear you apart, brace up because there is always sunshine after the rain.
God's Infallible word assured us in Psalms 30:3 assured us that “He gets angry once in a while, but across a lifetime there is only love. The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter”.
Live this life with your head held high because it is only one life you have and it is time bound; truly, ugly moments will come that will make you regret and shade tears but don’t forget that you are not in this alone. The fact that you are alive was never your idea but God’s, leave all for Him to worry about. 
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