Life has been good to me..

It is so easy to personify life into a human-like creature... Treat it as a third person... and give it the diabolical ability to cause us pain... work with luck to make things work... connive with destiny to deprive us of all the things that we ‘think’ we deserve..

Unfortunately, our tendency to personify life is not just restricted to our sorrowful moments; it extends to the joyous ones as well.. When everything works as per plan, “Life is good”... “Life has given me everything I ever wanted”... “I’ve no complaints with life”...

This does not necessarily absolve it off all allegations of giving us a shady corner where we tend to hide our short comings.. Instead of accepting certain deficiency in our efforts or abilities, it becomes easier to just personify life and implicate it for all the wrong doings.. This only makes us vulnerable to repeat those same mistakes; face those same failures.. again and again and again..

Another feather to the cap...

I see a tiny feather being enamored by the gushing wind... The wind does everything to sway the feather off its course... to sweep it off its feet... to buoy it against all odds... but the feather keeps falling towards the ground... the unwelcoming earth that does nothing to deserve the purity and the softness of the feather.... The feather, although light, has the weight of its past on it... the worry of the future on it... the discontent of the present on it... weight enough to nullify the gushing wind... slowly but surely, the wind loses as the earth wins... the feather lies on the ground... at the mercy of the hooves to trample it, the broom to brush it away, the rain to wash it away and the dust to rob it off all its purity..

I see a tiny feather... and I say... "What took you so long?"