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Be no more than His puppet
As I sat up today, folded my quilt and made my bed, I couldn't help but reflect a little on my past life.
I tried to squint my eyes and focus on the small weaver bird chirping on a tree.
And all of a sudden, I felt jealous of this bird - 'cause it had a fulfiling life (or so I thought).
It had a life, a pair of wings to fly (wherever it willed), a partner and a nest.
That was probably all it had, but it was happy, rather very happy.
I would often hear its melodious cooing, and get lost in the rhythm.
But not today.
Today was different, for the same bird that made me happy daily, filled me with envy today.
It had ALL that it wanted, but I - didn't.
A couple of weeks ago, I saw it put tremendous efforts to build its nest - against the gusts of wind; and so had God been seeing me put in all the hard labour since months and months on end.
So then why did it have a nest ready in the end, but I didn't reap the benefits of what I had sown?
Agreed, there were moments when the bark straws flew away with the wind, and it had to start again from the scratch; but so had I.
