“Nobody is exempt from the trials of life, but everyone can always find something positive in everything even in the worst of times.” Roy T. Bennett
Imagine waking up on the busy week days with no electricity in the house. From breakfast to lunch to be made ready and ironing not possible; the day starts off with a feeling of incompleteness marked by irritation. While commuting, the long unexpected long traffic jams increases the probability of being late for the kid’s school as well as office, driving the sense of irritation stronger and higher. Other instances like waiting for the teller in the long queue, till the point when it is one’s turn, midday break is due; or when during major retail and wholesale shopping queues are merged when cash counter machines default; or when one is stuck in the elevator, getting late for a meeting and a power outage happens. There are many more instances that can fill a page, wherein one is forced to bitten by the irritation bug and is helpless to do anything about it.
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?” Rumi
What one fails to realize many a time, is that although the situation may be beyond our control, the reaction to it is in our hands. Being human, the feel of irritation will happen; yet how to face it, use it, temper it down and master the situation to one’s benefit will go a long way in changing the entire scenario, either in the short or the long run. Like the fire that brightens the silver and gold; one can get better of the common day hindrances. Those situations that may initially seem like a blight on the day, can be worked out and later be used to refine oneself to become a better human.
“I’ve found that worry and irritation vanish into thin air the moment I open my mind to the many blessings i possess.” Dale Carnegie
There once was an oyster whose story I tell,
who found that some sand had got into his shell.
It was only a grain, but it gave him great pain,
for oysters have feelings although they’re so plain.
Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate
that brought him to such a deplorable state?
Did he curse at the government, cry for election,
and claim that the sea should have given him protection?
No – he said to himself as he lay on a shell,
since I cannot remove it I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around, as the years always do.
and he came to his ultimate destiny, a stew.
And the small grain of sand that had bothered him so,
was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral, for isn’t it grand,
what an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?
What couldn’t we do if we’d only begin,
with some of the things that get under our skin?