There's so much in this world to be unhappy about. The reasons are endless. And we can fallow in the silky self-indulgence of not being in control and letting circumstances take their toll on us.
It's an irony of humankind that in the positioning of action and result, we bring in destiny as a critical component, and instead of letting it be a possible catalyst, we seek to substitute action with it. By further combining it with religious suppositions, we give laziness an exalted position.
And lose out on life.
We face life with slumped shoulders - and a severe indulgence in self-pity. We go to temples to first cajole god, then bribe the poor unsuspecting deity, and finally to confront and demand.
We seek to find happiness as if it's a commodity waiting to be excavated and distributed - as if it is in short supply hence rationed by celestial diktat.
In all these years if I have learnt anything it is the simple challenge which life throws at each one of us - to use it to the hilt, to challenge it, to confront it, to squeeze it of its last giving life-affirming juice.
We are the stewards and guardians of our own destiny. Only after we've done our work does the magic of any stardust - which we often mistake as god's indulgence - falls on us.
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Last Breath at Dusk by Sunil B
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