I was listening to a song where the singer remembered how,during hard times, his father used to say to him 'dont you worry child, see heaven's got a plan for you' . It made me wonder if heaven really had a plan for him. If so, then heaven must have a plan for each one of us. Me too. Then again, if that's so, why do we look forward to it? If that plan is to be revealed only in future, what is it that we are living now? Isn't this part of that plan too?
When i tell myself, that probably there's a plan for me too,is that a silent acceptance of a hidden unhappiness? A sort of unhappiness that hasn't robbed me of hope yet. Probably. But everytime life gets hard, and you close your eyes and tell yourself to bear it with patience, hoping for the plan to finally take shape, how can you be sure that it won't get worse? I see bad plans around me all the time. Are the failed lives of men, heaven's plan too? Or did someone above, miss them while making plans? Dying unhappy, living a life full of misery, losing a loved one, waiting all life in vain for love to come your way. I shudder at the very thought of somebody creating a blueprint of a how a mother is to lose her only child....or how an honest man is to hang for crimes he hasn't committed. It's scary.
Just then, i saw a life-torn, tired ,fruit vendor nearby, who could push his cart no longer or yell out his regular verbal jingle, to attract customers. His little boy who walked by his side, gave his hero a stare ...and after a pause, repeated the jingle with all his baby might and pushed the tattered cart. Though his tiny arms couldn't help much, it was enough to light up the worn out soul's face and make him push harder ...this time, with a slight upward curl on his lips.
That is what made me wonder...if..probably, telling your loved ones about heaven having a plan for them, was like that little boy's jingle shriek . When I close my eyes and tell myself that heaven's got a plan for me, maybe that's that little boy's hands tring to move the cart! It doesn't make you less tired or more cheerful, with the flip of a switch, but sure does make you push the cart harder...each time..with a slightly upward curl on your lips.
When i tell myself, that probably there's a plan for me too,is that a silent acceptance of a hidden unhappiness? A sort of unhappiness that hasn't robbed me of hope yet. Probably. But everytime life gets hard, and you close your eyes and tell yourself to bear it with patience, hoping for the plan to finally take shape, how can you be sure that it won't get worse? I see bad plans around me all the time. Are the failed lives of men, heaven's plan too? Or did someone above, miss them while making plans? Dying unhappy, living a life full of misery, losing a loved one, waiting all life in vain for love to come your way. I shudder at the very thought of somebody creating a blueprint of a how a mother is to lose her only child....or how an honest man is to hang for crimes he hasn't committed. It's scary.
Just then, i saw a life-torn, tired ,fruit vendor nearby, who could push his cart no longer or yell out his regular verbal jingle, to attract customers. His little boy who walked by his side, gave his hero a stare ...and after a pause, repeated the jingle with all his baby might and pushed the tattered cart. Though his tiny arms couldn't help much, it was enough to light up the worn out soul's face and make him push harder ...this time, with a slight upward curl on his lips.
That is what made me wonder...if..probably, telling your loved ones about heaven having a plan for them, was like that little boy's jingle shriek . When I close my eyes and tell myself that heaven's got a plan for me, maybe that's that little boy's hands tring to move the cart! It doesn't make you less tired or more cheerful, with the flip of a switch, but sure does make you push the cart harder...each time..with a slightly upward curl on your lips.
Heaven's got a plan for each one of us...That's what I like to believe.This is what gives me the strength to carry on in the darkest of days without giving up.It gives me hope and hope is the last thing one can lose.
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