bad time.But why?

It is true that most of the time in life we are happy and comfortable …nothing to complain at that time. But there comes bad times too.

We get disappointed in life. We get sad in life? We loose in life? People around us tell that we should forget bad experiences and move ahead. Is it that easy? Is it that easy to forget those moments? Is it that easy to forget all the money? Is it that easy to forget all those happiness and comfort? Is it that easy to forget those expectations? Is it that easy to forget the happy result?

I have found that it’s not easy to forget the past and move ahead, being aware that there is no point in crying over the spilled milk. I did move ahead but there exist a feeling inside that I have lost it, it would have been good otherwise. But time does cure everything. Always a question mounts in my mind; if it had to break from my hand, why was it given to me. Why it happened to me? Why things which don’t work out happen? Sometimes I answer myself…that it’s because initially I asked for it and it didn’t give much time to it. When I asked or went behind it, there were enough reasons, saying it will not work. But I was blind couldn’t understand the reasons. There were signs saying this will not work. I was so eager to have the flower that I didn’t see the deadly thorns on it. Is it like all flowers come with thorns? Yes, beautiful rose does…No, tulips don’t. Hmmm…

Or is it like the thorn was grown because I didn’t take care of the flower properly. How can that be? I am always right. I have done things in the best way I could. That is not the case. I spend very small amount of time to find fault with me. I stop this investigation (of finding my fault) by saying, “Even though there is fault with me it’s very small”. But I tried every way to keep it. I don’t see I could have done things in other way to keep the flower. Hmm…Yes there were some other ways but they seem unorthodox. I did lot of things but each solution brought up many more problems. It seems like there was no solution but to drop.

Again this life is a journey, if we are always comfortable then; we will loose the meaning of comfort; we will loose the meaning of easy; we will loose the meaning of sweet etc.But the question was, if it was to go this way, why did it happen? I know, it was an experience, It was learning, There were comfortable moments…but. I am still looking for an answer…why did it come to me, if it had to go…

I would like to quote Omar Khayyam here: “…Unborn Tomorrow, and dead yesterday, why fret about them, if today be sweet…”