We
cannot get all we want. It is frustrating, annoying.
We
are angry at the world, for not supplying us what we wanted, what we dreamt of.
But
mostly we are angry at ourselves.
Why
weren't we brave enough to go forward towards what we wanted?
Why
aren't we diligent enough to work and achieve our goals?
Very
often people blame themselves.
They
blame their fears, their hesitations, their inhibitions.
And
we have sometimes nothing to do except surrendering to the limitations.
To
the imperfect nature of the world. To squeak your teeth and to keep on living
with this imperfect and limiting world and self of ours.
And
maybe one day, one morning – there will be some little change. Some relief. One
relief. Or two.
And
we will be happier.
Until
the next frustration. Limitation. Narrowing.
Until
we contract our lips again in anger.
To
be released again in some understanding, and acceptance, and some smile.
The
smile of peacefulness. The sigh of understanding and maturity.
