Saturday 11 April 2015

MISSING TILES


         Imagine in our office or classroom, if one tile is missing on the ceiling. Does your concentration go on the missing one or the other well placed ones? Well! In this case, our observation goes to the missing tile only so that we can repair or fix it. But if we apply the same to our lives, there will always be some ‘Missing tiles’ and Life can’t be perfect with all the well-placed tiles.
               
      Each one of us have dreams, desires, achievements, sad happenings, happy moments etc. But most of the times, we keep on thinking of the ‘missing tiles’ in our life like
  •          A bald head man observes hair first in any person he meets and feels sad that he doesn't have hair.
  •          A short person observes height in the new person he meets and feels bad about his height.
  •          A person who dreams of having an own car observes the same in  the others
  •          An  unemployed graduate first notices whether the other person is employed or not.
  •         The life style of a rich man is the first thing a poor man notices and thinks about.
  •          A girl/boy who is unmarried observes the marital status of the people she/he meets.

         There are many more incidents of this sort that every one of us might have faced at some point of in our lives. I don’t say that it is a bad thing to think about the missing tiles in the life. But I can surely say that we lose our peace of mind and happiness in this process.  Because the stresses and worries in life are like a glass full of water. It’s not the weight of the water glass that hurts our hand, it’s about how long we hold that glass. The longer we hold, the more hurting it is. Hence remember to keep the glass down.

         Some missing tiles in our lives can be fixed/ repaired with hard work or right decisions. But some cannot be changed. So it’s better to accept those missing ones and feel blissed for the well placed ones for a better and happier life :) 

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