I have an idea i titled ' The essence of life ' this as a result of wondering why we have to come to this world, face all this struggles life throw at us, and strive to make it back to a land built in our imagination, fueled by revelation. But my heart direct me back to the story of the wooden boy ( Pinocchio) . Creation and God's breath is not enough to make us qualify as His true image, we have to be tested and proved. But in his undying love for us still give us the gift of conscience as a guide and the choice to listen to it or not. Even when we sometimes lost our conscience as a result of our love for the world,peer pressure. We are still left alone with our heart as a mirror of the choices we've made while our conscience was with us.
šļø What makes us real human is not what we are made of but things we convey in our heart. I did love to hear your reflections on this.
