Begin to Weave

Begin to weave and God will provide the thread. – German proverb.

There  is  a world beyond the little rooms we spend our lives in. The small obstacles which hinder our paths. That deter us from moving on. We may like to sit on one Sunday afternoon with friends, parents or peers and decide our lives ahead of us. But you can’t plan the path so that its easier to walk on.

Life gets in the way. And our best shot is only to hope for an easier way. You land up in deep trouble and can do nothing about it. Look for exits and pray there is some light at the end of the tunnel. There always is, and every wayfarer finds it. Provided, he keeps looking. He keeps walking. He keeps hoping. 

The wisdom we all learn to borrow from fables come in handy.  Sleeping Beauty didn’t plan to sleep a hundred years. But her prince was yet far away. And what are a hundred years when compared to eternal love! An eternity!

Pass them, and they don’t seem that big anyways.

var _gaq = _gaq || []; _gaq.push([‘_setAccount’, ‘UA-27908379-1’]); _gaq.push([‘_setDomainName’, ‘’]); _gaq.push([‘_trackPageview’]); (function() { var ga = document.createElement(‘script’); ga.type = ‘text/javascript’; ga.async = true; ga.src = (‘https:’ == document.location.protocol ? ‘https://ssl’ : ‘http://www’) + ‘’; var s = document.getElementsByTagName(‘script’)[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(ga, s); })();

The first step is always difficult. Who shall set the ball rolling? Who shall cast the first stone? These are the difficult questions. Picking up the threads is not hard, it is the weaving  that is painful. 

For one man’s part, it is enough that he plays it well. That he works before he sleeps. I remember in our school, on the wall outside the Vice Principal’s office was a wall-hanging which read, “God has a plan for my life. And that is all I need to know.” God indeed has a plan, to which we all must admit without complaint. 

The caravan of life shall always pass
Beware that is fresh as sweet young grass
Let’s not worry about what tomorrow will amass
Fill my cup again, this night will pass, alas.
Omar Khayyam