Once I was young and a stranger to myself because of my disability – I was born with it and surprisingly, no one in my family has acknowledged it yet. Many moons have passed since I began, in silence, to accept it unconditionally, but not reluctantly a bit. So I had learned to pray before I could coo, babble, or make any short sound. Nature’s guide to instill an extra dose of hope in making these categories of life sustainable to some extent.
It’s been more than half a century, and I have yet to hear an echo or resonance for the pleas. Those quiet weeping had a common theme: shower down the miracle onto me! Ignoring heaven must have rules; even the vast universe runs under strict laws. Rules precede hopes and prayers.
There must have been a beginning, and during that moment, how the rules, chance, and probabilities worked in harmony so meticulously is anybody’s guess! Luck played a significant role – we must agree – when we learn the science of conception. It’s less confrontational to assume rules had an intervention at the start; perhaps divine, to cajole life rather than barren lands of dust and rocks. Everything morphed over time and now seems grand to our senses, but we have overlooked that the rules are neither crispy, unadulterated, nor helpful for all instances; simply workable for the most part! A concept in fitting anywhere specific on the canvas of psyche — or, really, anywhere seems ridiculous.