Life may sometimes hit us at our heels, we’ve all got long feet. This minute it’s sweet; the next we’d be in hot seat. The dynamism is really hard to predict, it sometimes brings grief to us (Hardly does anyone escapes this!). The bruises, pain and ache it leaves us, may bring mental cascade that shrink one’s health and well being.
Nobody on earth is immune from troubles, challenges, loss… The minute we are born, we are given both a silver spoon and a clay one, regardless of our status to remind us of our suffering and our glories beyond it. it is necessary, then that we are able to adjust to those moments in our lives that bring us closer to immense sufferings. We may harden our hearts, blame God for everything; all of our woes, our neighbours and everything around us (I doubt if this would solve an inch) but we have been indebted with measures beyond level to be able to handle effectively these trying times.
Difficult times are not the best to live with, nobody wishes it upon himself, but, nay should us be in an illusion that we won’t experience it or someone close to us. This times, believe it or not, calls for us to spread our wings and truly soar with it. Fly high with our connection with the sacred touch, the holy one, and the best within ourselves. Fly high for the love of those around us, fight hard, in the midst of honest support. They need us living, even if our chances are near death. They need us being the best of us with a smile, no condition should jeopardize this for long. Death shouldn’t be made too expensive, we count poverty for it.
We are the happy people, we are the positive people, amidst our suffering and difficulties of life.
We are, what, I call the butterfly people.
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