Love your Challenges and you Love Life

 

Most of our struggles, which we presume to be exceptional, are mere routine challenges. Look through the cloud of struggle and all you will see is a trail of everyday challenges. So smile. It is happening to all and everywhere. You haven’t been picked out solely to prove your worth through exceptional push and pull. Creation is simply an ever-evolving checker-work going on and on with challenges and counterpoints. Existential forces have nothing against you particularly to rob you of your loving self.   

Napoleon Hill: “Strength and growth come only through continuous effort and struggle.”

These routine challenges are what push and propel the onward march of creation at countless fronts. There is no escape. Accept the process of shaping your destiny, smile, admit the challenges and unlearn to see them as struggles, and add to the pool of love in you.

You can wince with frustration as a struggling beast. However, as a human being progressing by tackling routine challenges you can smile as well. And a smile holds the best prospects for your real self.

Well, look at the play of nature around. You will invariably see that the so called struggle is just a means of strengthening and prevailing over odds.

Generally people are struggling only, like majority of us are. All because we have a tendency to see our own petty challenges as exceptional hurdles. Believe me, very rarely people suffer in exceptional ways. We have a commonality in getting tested.

These are basically challenges that are the fuelling force of creation to keep the things evolving. Put it out of the scheme and the mammoth engine of creation stops. Ironically, we construe challenges as struggle, lose our smile in the effort, forget our intrinsic loving self, and come out fretting, frowning and fearful.

As you see through the challenges, you will see the rays of empathy surfacing, which the apparent struggling self was subduing. Now you can relate to other's challenges and with these feelings you realize your compassionate being.

Love the bad road of your life because this is what basically keeps us going. Without it you lose your motivation. It is your fuel, instructor and passageway all mixed in one.

Be thankful to God that life is not just a smooth road, taking us uninterestingly to a plain destination! Guys be grateful that it is pot-holed and bumpy. The vehicle of our life gets jolts and jerks that are in fact the lifelines for our material and physical being. It tests the vehicle of our existence. The latter responds to the little tricks put up against it and this see-saw battle releases energy for the engine of our survival.

Have you seen rotting, rusting vehicle chassis in dump-yards? They are at rest. They don’t move and aren’t thus part of the expansion of the cosmic energy. One is alive as long as one is connected to the threads of cosmic expansion, be it a leave on a twig, a tree, an elephant or a mosquito. It’s only the movement. You are relevant as long as you are moving in the scheme of things.

So guys if your road appears bumpier than others, just feel the sea-storm of energy your system is creating not just for your own survival but also for the common cause of creation and endurance at the universal level. As a struggler you contribute far more to a great unseen cause than it appears on the common plain of your material existence.

Most of the time, we take it as torture, while in reality all this is meant to shape the wooden crate of our destiny, to make it a fine, presentable chest out of the random wood lying around. Try to find out the nuances of the process. Creation is painful. Ask a mother when she gives birth to a child. Ask the seed when it bursts to unleash the potential of a mammoth tree in its small womb.

So you might think that God has been always busy hammering the wood. Tonk, tonk, phutt, phutt, buuum, buuum. Lot of noise. And you crying foul. He Himself must be wincing with unbearable pain as you cry foul and blame Him for being so merciless and unkind. God but is doing His duty. He has to have both smile and tears, for they lose their meaning in the absence of each other. Thus it’s all blame game on Him and little appreciation.

God puts down nails into our wooden being to shape the box of our destiny. Otherwise we are simply shapeless mass. We are just undefined dead wood without His woodwork. Making is painful and laborious. It’s not a cakewalk. So we keep on crying with pain and curse Him for his mercilessness.

Making is highly painful buddy. It draws blood and fetches tears of remorse even in His eyes for being so accepting to the painful side of existence. He but cannot remove pain from universe because then joy will lose its meaning.  He cannot chuck out darkness, for light will become meaningless. But believe me every nail writes the script of many, many pleasant moments in future.

Love your struggle. Accept your pains. Be a bit kind to yourself when you fail. Only a fall carries the full measure of a rise. See through your tears at the impending victory waiting at a distance. Love your labor on the hot sands of your destiny because these are the milestones that will define and make your victory meaningful and worth it.