A-stray

Caught a rare sight today. Whilst shuffling along the deserted street, heading back to halls, at an unearthly hour I might add. [I seem to do this often, unwittingly] Seems like the strangest of thoughts and the simplest of sights drive me to deep (well almost) introspection, whenever I am in that situation.

Rare sight: A straggly little ole dog running through the cars, off into the shadows. My eyes couldn't keep up with where he was heading. And after a couple of seconds, the street was empty again.
And for a minute there, I almost felt abit like that little stray.

Wandering into the stillness of the night, casting furtive backward glances, taking in the smells of the night air that one never really notices in the day. Yeah, if mom knew I'd walked back alone she'd have me skinned. Again. But theres a strange sort of liberation, yet a sad sort of discontentment. As mom used to say, we have no choice but to stay strong, and be strong. I didn't ask to be that way, but I reckon thats what being here does to you. Sort of a drawback?

I'd never really describe myself as an independent kid. To be honest, I'm more a dependent than anything, (ah so heres to the wool I've pulled over all your eyes). Bits of stubborness and 'spoiltness' as being the only child does rear its ugly head at times, though its subtlety may only be obvious to me and a rare few that pay attention.

Its times like these when I struggle to reconcile such strange discontentment. Or more like battling to reconcile the billions of thoughts that are still churning. Times like these when that little stray dog just seemed to echo what I was feeling. A stray. Straying away almost from where I'm meant to be (which I am still figuring out), straying away form contentment in Christ alone, straying away like a sheep forgetting where the shepherd is. The only true shepherd who gave his like for this stray.

Its not easy being the stray, I want my owner.