လွဲနေသော အတွေးများ
Fate, reality, dreams, expectations, disappointments, money.
“Listen without judgement, help without conditions, and understand with caring and love, no matter what.”
Growing up, we all have been encouraged to write our own stories but we are so oblivious to the fact that each of our stories had already been written by “fate” since the day we were born. We have no choice, sadly but to accept them
with a little hope that perhaps we may have a chance somewhere along the way to make some minor modifications here and there when times, circumstances, and resources allow us. Nothing more.
“Expect the unexpected so that they don’t take you by surprise, “ said the loved one, once. Life is indeed full of twists and turns. We can plan ahead but fate decides otherwise. When you think you have got it all figured out, just
when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you are heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is
west, and you are lost. It’s so easy to lose your way, to lose direction. And that’s with following all the signposts. Who would have thought, not even myself, that I would somehow end up being here and survive to tell the tales
later? This was never on the card.
Reality sucks!! Hence why we all like to create our fantasy world wherein we keep dreams we dare not dream in real life and stimulate them there. We can be what/who we want to be. We feed ourselves to those unrealistic dreams,
letting them consume us willingly and happily. The dark side of dreams and expectations are the disappointments. The expectations that our loved ones have for us turn into disappointments when we fail to fulfil them or stop pleasing
them. The weight of disappointments that we carry on our shoulders is unbearable, they push us down and drag us into an abyss where no light shines.
Money is a needful and precious thing but one should never think it is the only prize to strive for. That's the motto. I thank Louisa May Alcott for that. I hate ones who are motivated by money, be it Mr Scrooge’s way. But little
did I understand that the well-to-do-people, sometimes by choice, don’t mix with the less-fortunate-people, not necessarily out of conceit or malice, but maybe because they can’t understand the anxiety that comes from worrying about
money. We can never talk to them about money, whether it’s paying the rent or getting screwed at work. They get uncomfortable. Being poor is a curse. It means you have a big tendency to break the law as it’s hard to live within the
letter of them and survive; even harder to do that and have a good time. Maybe this is where the corruptions and cheating come play together.