Looking outside the window sill I ponder, what is so different for the grass outside a rich man’s house and the grass that grows near the railway tracks? Some would reply it’s their destiny; some are born to be rich; some have to take the long way to reach there; some, how much ever they try, destiny never unfolds it for them and some never aim for it. But the beauty in all of this is, the grass that grows inside a bungalow is nourished each day with utmost care and it has a sense of belonging. While the grass that grows elsewhere is taken care of by mother nature herself. She never leaves you alone.
Hope for success, happiness, and the difficult period will pass soon.
I can see the same squirrel encircling the window sill again and again, in search of some supplies to help them survive through the harsh winter. They never stop, always moving, always digging, and always exploring. Any twenty-storey building, any loops of wire around or stagnant pools of filth lying or the scariest humanly figure walking by, they never panic and fail to focus away from their goal.
Then why do we humans lose faith in sheer darkness and fail to move forward.
I can see the crows rising above the neighboring wall and encircling near the tree, cawing impatiently and eating peanuts. I see a bunch of them hurriedly fly to the scattered food bits, so quick in their action and loyal to their family members. They are always moving ahead, planning their way out despite any problems, and bonding together to ward off the predators.
Then why do we humans fail to support each other and understand that togetherness can be our utmost strength to face any challenge in life.
I peeped further, this time from my window sill to others. I realized people are struggling more than I do, they are exerting more than I do, and they are even smiling in the face of dark times more than I do..
Then why am I not positive, when my problems are minuscule compared to others? Why am I not striving, when I have the capacity way more than others?
