Life has a way of
teaching lessons. It often does it in a long-drawn and convoluted way. It
does not pinch your ear and drag you to a blackboard to instruct you. It might
just make you stumble enough to look down at the shit you are standing in, and
if that is not enough, set a pothole in your path to effect the same. But much
time must pass before it draws a tripwire outright to ensure that you fall flat
on your face.
Eventually though,
it does. And when you fall like that, you know! It stinks and it sometimes requires much effort to get back up, but it is usually so obvious and well deserved that some part
of you is grateful for the opportunity to bury your nose in the dirt and smell the
error of your ways.
Man likes to be
instructed even if the instruction is harsh. Of course, some never learn and
prefer instead to burrow further into the ground, dig tunnels under other
people’s feet and undermine their fellow Man. But most people get back up,
wipe themselves clean and move forward.
Getting back up and
moving forward is largely a personal effort and an execution of will, but if
you are lucky there will be a few people around to give you a helping hand.
They will not be great in number and they will not always be those you
expected, but they will be there. They are the winds in your back.
This post is
dedicated to these people. Look for them and thank them.
2015 was a very good year. A
year of discovery, travel, writing and above all, learning. Gratitude to the four winds in
my back:
M.R (the light
bearer)
My family (the
home)
M.B.M (the heart)
Lui Labas (the spirit)
