"I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess."
-Martin Luther.
I stay awake deep through the night, thinking.... Why do we fear losing? Why do we feel sad and humiliated at losing. Why do we celebrate winning? Seldom do we realize that the other person has to lose for you to win. Are we so selfish that we take joy in other person losing? We do not want to lose. But we want others to lose!
The things I have lost are countless. But there is one thing in everyone's life that they dont want to lose. For some, it might be a person. For some, a materialistic thing! For some, passion. For some, faith.
No one has a right to steal that one thing from any other individual! The pain when someone takes away that one thing from you is uncurable. The pain that is involved in losing that one thing leaves a mark on you for the rest of your life. Losing that one thing makes you start hating yourself. It lets you wonder if you could go back and change the course of the event. Keeps you wondering- would you still be able to retain that one thing?
I hve been robbed of that one thing in my life. In the course of getting it back, I have come to an arms distance from it. But still, I cannot reach it. I would love to push myself forward and grab it. But it keeps moving back. I wonder if destiny doesnt want it to come to me. Or is it not the right time to grab it? I rest my faith in the almighty's hands and pray to him to keep it safe. To keep it from harm's way. I also pray to him that he let me take it. But only if that is his wish and only when time comes. Untill then, I am bound to the pain that dwells in me. That pricks me and reminds me. All the things I have lost!!!
