Morning Lesson

I woke up this morning complaining about waking up few minutes late for work.  All my subsequent morning routines were accompanied with complains. The ridiculously bright light coming through my window was not pleasant. Checked the morning news and all headlines were just sad: terrorism threat in NASA, wild fire in Colorado, The Nile Dilemma: potential conflict between Egypt and Ethiopia, The world’s oldest man dies  J, probable heavy storm in New York, flood in Germany, UN: Documented killings in Syria rise to over 90,000. Not to mention my puppy Lui, who took the liberty to dance on the outfit I planned to wear to work, with his little muddy feet and the breakfast that tasted dull because the flu viruses decided to disable my taste buds.  

I finally made it out of the house. There I was waiting for taxi to get to work and that morning sun frying my head. A reason to despise life, “I hate this sun,”  “I hate standing waiting for transportation,” “I hate my outfit because I had my heart on the ones I picked out yesterday.”  Then I heard a voice behind me; a man singing what sounded like a gospel.  I l turned my head to see who it was, but there was no one. I turned back and continued despising life, “I hate these dirty muddy floors making my shoes dirty.” The man continues singing, I turned my head again, and I looked down. It was this young man… no arms, no legs… crawling right behind me. I can see that he is homeless, and I can feel that life has never been kind to him. He is singing about the value of being physically complete, being grateful to Jesus and his mother, and he is begging for food and money wishing everyone a blessed day.

Then there I was complaining about waking up late, when some people never even slept, mad about my ruined outfit when some people don’t even have a spare shirt, infuriated with the sun when some people never even see the light of day, irritated with standing for few minutes to wait for a taxi when some people don’t even have legs to ever stand, annoyed with the muddy floor when this muddy floor is home to some people.

Since I intend to keep my blog posts short, I will end here.

Based on one murky morning I declared life as ‘lackluster,’ but my friends little I know this thing we call life is like everything that’s in front of you, if you don’t seek to see it... it vanishes.