Why do we do what we do? This is a question that I find myself asking time and again. Because it doesn't matter how hard we try... it almost seems like no matter what transpires in our universe, the world as we know it spins madly on. It stops for no one. Yet we plod on. Step after step. One foot in front of the other. With aspirations to be a Somebody. To what end? I remember one of the caregroup lessons I had when I was in first year, I think. That we are called to significance, but not necessarily prominence. But human nature desires recognition. Fame. It's a failing that is not a stranger to many.
We can get so caught up in all the duties that we have, the responsibilities to fulfill, the tasks on the checklist, that we forget the heart of the matter... that it is the people who are important. To be able to complete one's work is a laudable achievement, but if it was at the expense of others' feelings and emotions, the very real feelings and emotions, wouldn't that make the success hollow?
The roads ahead are long, narrow and winding. Life was never a bed of roses. And even if it were, there are thorns to contend with. And if we expect the good in life, it is only fair that we should accept the bad with a measure of dignity. Not whining, not complaining about the hand that life/God has thrown us, but to deal with it the best way we can. To the utmost of our efforts.
For happiness is not getting what you want, but wanting what you get, be it your heart's deepest desire, or the antithesis of it. It's never easy.
We can get so caught up in all the duties that we have, the responsibilities to fulfill, the tasks on the checklist, that we forget the heart of the matter... that it is the people who are important. To be able to complete one's work is a laudable achievement, but if it was at the expense of others' feelings and emotions, the very real feelings and emotions, wouldn't that make the success hollow?
The roads ahead are long, narrow and winding. Life was never a bed of roses. And even if it were, there are thorns to contend with. And if we expect the good in life, it is only fair that we should accept the bad with a measure of dignity. Not whining, not complaining about the hand that life/God has thrown us, but to deal with it the best way we can. To the utmost of our efforts.
For happiness is not getting what you want, but wanting what you get, be it your heart's deepest desire, or the antithesis of it. It's never easy.
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