Ink Spill

Divine decree.

Sometimes things go our way, sometimes they don’t.

We wish if we knew why, we wish for things to make sense, we wish that with every calamity that strike us, a report card is sent with an explanation, telling you that yes this is indeed better for you.

With time, some things make sense in retrospect, but other just dwindle on, a question left unanswered.

What wrong have I done to deserve this? am I being tested? has someone wished ill on me? is this calamity saving me from one more dooming than it?

And in that itself is the test. If your mind cannot shape a reason, it does not mean there is none.

What puts the mind to rest is for it to humble itself, to stop trying to find meaning in turmoil and start trusting that what has been decreed is from a far more knowledgeable caring all seeing source.

You might yearn for something though it’s not good for you, and you might despise something though it’s better for you.