Yellow Brick Road

There are times when I'm convinced that the universe teases us in a bid to inject some appreciation in us and to allow us to walk out of situations as better people. In the quarter of a century that I've been living, I have learned that occurrences in life have a particular order of nature that is not necessarily designed for human comprehension -- not until later anyway. There are things that we are not meant to initially understand but desperately begs for acceptance. Down the road, as more answers unfold before our very eyes, we usually learn that everything indeed happens for a reason.

Disappointments and frustrations are constant fixtures in our lives. They are the bastard sons of Satan sent on earth to give us all a glimpse of how hell really is like. These result from us not getting everything we want -- and the heightened drive to try even harder and still getting nowhere. We naturally feel anger and rage because of it but I've learned that letting those get the better of me only means that I've just lost. My mantra has gone from "Why the fuck not?" to "It's okay. One day, I will understand why it didn't happen." Or at least hope against hope that I will understand. It absolutely grates me not being able to fathom why something isn't meant for me -- but as they say, "good things happen to those who wait." Patience is surely a virtue. Unfortunately, it isn't one of mine. And even more unfortunate, sometimes we are left with no other choice but to accept circumstances and make the most out of it.

However, I do admit that there aren't many things that I regret doing in my life -- mistakes included. I think of it as taking a few wrong turns only to discover newer roads and alleys. I have never once looked back on those times where I was forced to accept less than favorable situations and shook my head. As a matter of fact, many of those instances have called on gratefulness from my side. Something bigger and better usually followed the disappointments I have experienced causing me to believe that maybe, just maybe, there is a greater power up above that is responsible for some sort of master plan that has been laid out and put into action by those who live it day by day -- those people like us who blindly follow a path that we think is taken purely out of our choices.

Perhaps our choices are responsible for the circumstances that we are currently in, but we still carry our fate with us. No matter which road we choose to take, we will still end up in the same destination that was meant for us.

And the funny thing is, all the loose ends only tie up at the end of our roads. It is only when we reach the end of the freeway that the light bulb finally switches on in our heads. Let's just hope that when that time comes, there will be no regrets and no remorse. The destination doesn't matter -- the journey does. It is one of the few things we can control.