Moving forward sometimes implies moving backwards. As a tiger withholds its breath and movement for the leap, as sleep overtakes us carrying us towards the womb of darkness in a bid to prepare us for the next dawn, as Death intervenes on the highways of life to help us cross a dark chasm on our way towards a new birth, so too a seeming regression is also, eventually, a step towards a forward progression.
There are stepping stones and rest-houses built by the All-seeing Creative Energy as phases and stages in the great ascent of life. There are also hidden timers that send alarms when we have rested too long or refuse to move further with a build-up of excess inertia in our system. The great game of life never stops. Even when we stop playing for a while, we yet participate in the game, cheering and rejoicing, or feeling distraught at the turns and twists of Fate that determine the play. Even our responses as mute witnesses are part of the game. For this indeed is always in our hands. Whatever our difficulties and challenges, whatever our ills and the stroke of Fate, our attitudes and responses are still in our own hands. Seen thus, our fate, however adverse it may seem, itself becomes a doorway to the future.
Wisdom works in the heart of Time. An All-seeing Intelligence pursues us through all the meanderings of our truant heart. A meaningful plan imprints and imposes itself through all the seemingly senseless paradox of creation. It is as evident in the bloom of a flower as in the drift of galaxies. Even in chaos and disorder it is hidden and holds the ultimate reins. Therefore one must always shelter hope and keep the priceless treasure of Faith safe within one’s heart. Faith brings the needed leap; hope turns the key into the locks of doors that lead to the future.
