Sometimes
I wonder why things end up the way they do.
Don’t
get me wrong, this is not one of those sad mopey days. I am actually wondering
now about the good things. How come they end up the way they do? If I count the
things in my life right now which I think are amongst the good things that has
ever happened to me over the years. Not even a handful of them are things that
came about to existence by my wits or brawn. They were/are things that are completely
out of my control, things that could have went any which way, for any number of
reasons.
But
still they did not. And I today have these little gems with me to call my
own.
I
wonder. When the good things that happen to us, seem to happen in such unruly
unpredictable manner; can't we say the same about our misfortunes? I mean, yes,
we all think about the ills of the past and imagine "if only.."
"What if?" "Why me?". Like it all happened because of us,
because of some action we took, or didn’t take.
We
are to blame!
Are
we?
Sure
the riches you earn requires you put in your effort and use your skills. The
love you acquire needs a decent amount of emotional investment from your side
and whole lot of patience. But in the end, couldn't these things have gone the
other way just as easily given the wrong situations or sheer trickery of luck?
I
think I am lucky to have a great many such things in life. I am grateful for
them. And thus I fear and respect them. These good things could be snatched
away from me just as easily as were bestowed upon me.
Today,
I shall cherish them.
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