As far as taking parental advice goes, I can be a bit of a hot head, like the curious bird eager to see how everything works. I love to tweak and play with things, explore and test, and see life as one giant puzzle. But I am also adept at locating the bandage when burned.
When there isn’t so much angst and righteous rage at the older generation, muttering about how different the world is, I can come to the quiet acceptance that the world and the way it looks might have changed but people sure as hell haven’t. It’s a lot like pimping a bird-cage. We can spruce and jazz it up a bit, but that does not change what specie of animal occupies the space or its genetic make-up.
The world isn’t so different. We might ask ourselves why good things happen to bad people and bad things to good people. Why there is so much injustice in the world; the oppressed weep and there is no one to help them.
Truth is, life just happens to all of us. Good things come and bad things follow suit. We chase after things we may never find. Want things that will never be ours. Lose what we never truly owned. Let out frustrating tears. Laugh the laughter of the contended or even suffer bouts of hysteria. And when we are done, we sit and ponder. And then relearn there is a lot we are yet to understand about the things we think we understand.
That life is too complex for anyone. Not complicated, nor cruel, just complex. If it were any easier, there will be no use for God at all, or the extra hours we spend studying philosophy and science trying to make sense of it. But if the Wisdom of Solomon is anything to go by, then there is nothing new in this world, and the same thing happens again and again. Judging by the way we live though, it looks like there hasn’t been any significant breakthrough in the aspect of learning from history– a lot like viewing one’s damning future in a crystal ball and then going right ahead to live it anyway.
I have learned there are actually more than two ways to look at that glass half filled with liquid. It could be half full. It could be half empty. And it could just be a glass with a liquid. Life happens. We are stuck in it. We will still exist in that space whether we wish to or not.
However, there is always the option of choice:
~To wallow in self-pity at the past and imagine the world has ended on our side of the globe.
~To block out everything that has happened and paint ourselves the picture of a rosy future.
~Or we can acknowledge that whatever happens is simply one more phase we have to pass.
And it could be just a glass of life. No pessimism, optimism, or obsessing over rationality. Just quiet acceptance that another page of the book we call our life has been completed, and we can move on to the next chapter.
Perhaps that is a better way to deal with whatever curve ball life throws.