The complexities of life are infinite. I often get so blank in my mind just thinking about how to deal with each hirdle and its outcome…how it’s gonna end. And yet I find myself dealing with life’s different situations and working them out somehow. But what we face while dealing with each hirdle is truly one’s own experience…happy or sad. I wonder most of the time why is it that we tend to crib about our life even though we have everything that is sufficient for a happy life.
My grandma always said, “Think of all the poor and needy who don’t have what you have and be satisfied.” Although this saying is so true, we still don’t really seem to be sastisfied. We always want more of life.
My heart really pours out to see a child begging for alms when I wait in the traffic signal, an old man in rags, sitting helplessly in some corner hoping for someone to give him something…anything, a hungry little lame puppy, limping across the road… How we often ignore these things… and yet we do nothing about it.
I am happily married with a loving husband, kind in-laws, a caring mother, pets with unconditional love, a flourishing and promising career, a warm house, and sufficient money… it’s just almost perfect.
The game of life is funny. At the same time life is precious and beautiful.
