Have you ever, for a few minutes from your daily life, thanked the Almighty God for the good things in your life?
or have you felt blessed in anyway when something good happens, especially the unexpected ones, against all odds?
I'm reading "City of Joy" and recently read an article in The Times of India about deaths of the bread winner in some families due to consumption of Hooch.
Looking at others suffer at the hands of fate sometimes makes me feel better about myself and my life, and sometimes guilty for not helping them. But I know I can't go help them because then I will start feeling sorry for everyone in this world, including myself because, everybody is suffering at some level or the other, everybody's dream gets crushed in front of their own eyes some time or the other, its just that those who are poor evidently suffer more because they suffer for basic necessity for sustenance of human life, and I include education among them.
As a kid I saw a few movies (or read some stories) in which one of the parent or both the parents die and I used to wonder, what will happen to me and my sister if my parents died, and sometimes when they be outdoors, I used to silently wish that they be back safe. A sense of fear prevailed. But now I fear their departure for different reason.
I do pray everyday (well, almost everyday, i.e., every time after bathing) and thank God for the lovely life I live, for the completeness in life. And fate and I have been on good terms till now.
Say Nay to NY --rahul(BTech-2k6)
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