Wha more can I imagine?

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What more can I imagine when life is both painful and joyful? What more can I imagine when life is fair and unfair? While reminiscing the creator's handwork and mercy, I seriously pondered on why life is two dimensional as a young African school leaver without job. Having considered the pains I have been through from the cradle till now, I came to the full recognition that life hasn't been too smoothe and too rough, yes, it's a mixture of both. When life was soft and when it was hard! I grew up under the care of a loving mother who always whisper to my ears " my child all is gonna be well", the voice of this motherly advice is blown to my ears each time I want to give up in life. Oh! That of the father has formed an insignia prunned tenaciously to my brain. He says "first preservation is the first natura l law". When life was cold and when it was hot just like the change experienced by a pot of water placed on a cooking device, such is life they say! If not for the parental advice I would have fallen to the pit in a world where I can only imagine two things; justice and injustice, good and evil. It happens to all creature beneath the sky. The scary face of life always remind me of a song bearing a clause I cherish most in life; "God in the good time is still God in the bad time". There were times I gave up on all I believed about a loving Creator because life was too torturing and I felt that no one cares. Amidst the feelings of loneliness and helplessness, a little wind of faith blows through my mind that "God is". When I sit down to take a count of life toils, like no other God has blessed me even as it seems rough and torny now. Lack of job brings to the mind of an African child darkness, it reduces education to nothing and makes you feel stupid and wasteful. Toiling with books for years to suffer without job for years without any help from any soul is heart bleeding but I always hear my mother's voice "hold on my child it's gonna be well". There is no other sermon that has kept me modest and disciplined than this. It has formed my daily thoughts. Daily difficulties are trainers that will sail me through to the soft land. What more can I imagine when life presents good and bad to me. I shall preserve myself and never do things that will displease my creator until there is light. I can only imagine but what more can I?