Little birdie in the sky,
I looked up and it shat right in my eye,
I didn’t laugh, I didn’t cry,
I just thanked god that cows don’t fly.
I was reminded of this little rhyme I had read some place, I don’t remember where. I don’t even remember it verbatim, but this is good enough I guess. There were differences of course. It didn’t drop right in my eye. And more importantly, I didn’t thank god. In fact, I was cursing, frowning and complaining. It was when I just stepped out for my morning smoke at work. I was feeling nice and fresh, at least physically. The smell of the deodorant had not worn out, yet. What was done was done, and do I was wondering how I’d go about cleaning up.
And then I got thinking. Most events fall upon us like crow shit. They happen when we are least expecting them. Or they happen when we are expecting something completely otherwise. Expectations…they make us so miserable. We know it, and yet we can’t stop expecting. From happenings, from other people, and from life in general.
Somewhere, I guess I tend to attribute the events of my life to my own actions. It isn’t entirely wrong – for we do shape what we think to be our destiny. Or atleast that’s what the atheists seem to profess. Then again, there is something more to it. Why am I born blind, if I were indeed born blind? This is more metaphorical. I can see, physically. In most cases, I can see beyond that too. And yet, I turn a blind eye to what I perceive to be the truth. Now, why would it be that way, I wonder?
I digress. In ‘Forrest Gump’, he says, “Shit happens”. So when things happen quite unlike we want them to, how do we react? I can remember how often I have asked myself, in vain, “Why is this happening to me?” Or heard from others, how they have always been denied the things they have loved / wanted.
In pain, in pleasure, in good times and bad, I have decided to accept the events of my life, as they are. I may not understand why things happen to me, but I have utmost faith in the Cosmic Intelligence. I know whatever happens must have a reason, aspects that all fit into the jigsaw in the larger scheme of things. In Vedanta, this is called prasada buddhi – the attitude of accepting everything in life as a divine blessing.
I am grateful for all that has happened to me, and for all that is yet to come. I am grateful for what we call life.