everytime we have a happening that is special, or even remotely out of the ordinary, we attribute it to something strange, that which is possibly beyond our comprehension. a happening here could be a strange event, or an unexpected encounter with people hitherto unknown, but who from thence start having a mighty influence on our lives, or even a ‘miraculous blessing’ that we receive quite unexpectedly. some refer to this ‘phenomenon’ as nature, some call it God, and yet others seem to think its fate. there are even some, who i personally find quite funny, who attribute just about everything to a quirk of chance. to such people, every event is pure coincidence, a result of nothing, and resulting in, by that same logic, nothing either.
to me, this word pretty much sums up my perspective of life and everything else. i think its a beautiful word, as all words are. if i am not mistaken, it quite literally means a ‘miracle’. the more i think about how things have been going, the more i begin to believe in this miracle called life. and this isn’t about a mere ‘belief’. for i think beliefs are born out of our upbringing. we form our beliefs based on pondering upon our preformed intellectual convictions and finally drawing up our own conclusions.
the magic of life isn’t a concept that can be taught and understood from external sources. it isn’t a belief system or an intellectual conviction. it probably wouldn’t even qualify as a ‘feeling’ as it is beyond emotions either. it is a deeply intuitive – something that is ‘known’. and thats all there is to it. to most of us, who have been brought up on attempting to arrive at ‘rational’ and ‘logical’ conclusions, this might seem strange. for the logical mind looks for a ‘reason’ or a ‘proof’.
knowing happens. we just come to realise that we know, thats all. and we have no iota of doubt when there is real knowing. and with this knowing comes a certain joy that fills our hearts with love and gratitude.
i can’t stop being grateful for the miracle that is in every moment.