The Mysteries Of Life

Written for Keeping The Dream Alive

The Mysteries Of Life

Memories of my childhood exploration date back to when I was as young as five years of age. I had watched my mother make a cake from scratch. I reasoned that she had put a number of things together to make the cake. I have always had an insatiable curiosity and determined to try making a cake like my mother had made. But somehow I knew mother would never take the time to teach me, so I made up my mind to try it on
my own.  I waited till she was out of the kitchen. Mother kept her baking supplies on a high shelf, so I pulled a chair to where I could reach them when I climbed up on it.
I should've known I wouldn't get very far. The next thing I knew was mother giving me a spat on my behind and warning me not to do that again.
   Later in life, I did learn the beginnings of basic cooking out of necessity. And it was my mother who had taught me a lot, but it was my dad who taught me even more. At a time when mother had become very ill and was fast in bed, too weak to even get up. So the majority of household tasks had fallen to my dad. It was an unhappy time for me because I knew mother was sick and I wanted so badly to help her. My dad told me if I wanted to help mother, it was a good time to learn how to cook. And so I did, one chore at a time. The first time I made biscuits that turned out good, I was so proud of myself I wanted to do it every day. But dad advised me to give myself time, because nothing is learned
right away.
   My adventures in learning that stemmed from my curiosity have been an ongoing thing all my life. Because I wanted to learn so many things. I have always held a deep admiration for those who could accomplish things that I had only wished I knew. So...one at a time, I learned through trial and error what I could do and what I couldn't do. Above all...I have learned that I am still learning.
    My penchant for trying to be creative led me to writing poetry. I haven't mastered that yet..and I probably never will. Then I discovered the magic of combining my poetry with pretty graphics. Then I wanted to learn how to make web pages, then I wanted to learn how to put music with my pages. My creative urges kept me going till I did learn.
   And yet, there are so many mysteries in life that people like me have been searching for an answer to since the beginning of time.
   I have wanted to know how the earth was suspended in space, why the sky is blue in the day and dark at night. How far away is the sun...and does space go on and on into infinity?  And how far is Heaven? And I have wished to know why the stars shine at night and can't be seen when day is light. But I'm thinking that many more of the mysteries of the universe are to be known only by God. So I must be satisfied with the small human accomplishments until God deems me worthy of knowing that which I do not know.

Reviews

[angelina neves]

"My adventures in learning that stemmed from my curiosity have been an ongoing thing all my life. Because I wanted to learn so many things." - just like you! And, as you say, the more i learn the more things i want to learn (probably not the same things, not even the same questions, but just like you, i think it is a pleasure to learn more and more and sometimes i even dream it would be wonderful if i could be many at the same time and each one could go on search of something different!)

- "My penchant for trying to be creative led me to writing poetry. I haven't mastered that yet..and I probably never will. " - with that last part i don't agree! I think you write lovely things and i love to read them! and arts have no "rules" or it wouldn't be art but "industrial"! For me it is art if it has a heart beat, and i can feel your heart beating in your write!

Lovely piece!

[Anita B Jacques]

A very nice story, I'm the same way, I learn English on my own with the help of books that I love, I never
minded to take something apart and start over again, it's part of the fun. Thank you for sharing your story with us. God bless you
hugs......Annie

[Pratibha]

WOW...i did not think that I would be thoroughly lost in this post till i reached the end of it and it was the end...of the story BUT a new beginning in my life...
indeed it is an adorable post....i will read more posts of urs now...i am addicted to your posts...

[Dalaina Renee]

I have always loved cooking. It is always nice and fun to do with family. Nice story.

[Helena]

"And yet, there are so many mysteries in life that people like me have been searching for an answer to since the beginning of time"

We poets just love to ponder the meaning of life, that's what spurs us on in our
creative ventures. We all have our creative side which has to be nutured and looked
after like a child.

I loved this sharing of your childhood, I can relate although it was my grandmother who taught me
to crochet, knit and cook. For various reasons my poor mother was unable to teach a daughter
like she should have been able to. God rest her soul.

Anyway Liz, this was beautiful, I enjoyed the read and it was a very worthy entry to my contest.
Thanks for submitting your story.

~ Helena ~

[darkgurl]

This is wonderful and very beautiful....Kim