Dailies #20

I haven’t written in quite some time. I’m unsure whether this is writer’s block, but it didn’t feel right. I like to write when I feel like it and have positive energy; I’m not a fan of things being pushed in life. A lot happened in the meantime, but each time a new lesson came, I realized that not always what I believed was the most important.

Maybe with the weather change, I tend to get more melancholic and turn to my inner self, which includes not having to write sometimes. It’s a transition period, and I find it challenging to rise and shine bright every new day.

I learned this week that the neighbor I had often complained about talking too loud on his phone had died. The problem with such circumstances is that we rarely consider how we feel about the things and people we find unpleasant while they are still around.

I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel because I didn’t consider him close enough, and he caused me discomfort. I was thinking only about myself, which was arrogant and unkind.

Then today I found out that the dog who was giving my parents so much heartache in the countryside had fallen sick. The dog was lovely, but his instincts urged him to eat everything, even birds and cats; the owner fed him rightly. My parents were sick and tired of this situation, and they did talk to the neighbor, who was slow in taking measures.

I felt sad for my parents, but then I remembered the period when we had more than ten cats, and my parents wanted to get rid of them. They offered the cats to people who weren’t prepared to care for pets. This caused the cats a great deal of grief, and most of them returned home exhausted and abused.

It was painful to go over the situation since I am a cat lover, yet God guaranteed they would be punished. My mother hated seeing dead cat corpses around our house, especially since they were the cats they adored. It was a difficult time, but I knew it was all part of God’s plan to make them appreciate and respect what they have.

Now that the dog is unwell, the source of everything awful that has happened does not make me or my family happy. We all hope that he will get better and that God will finish the punishment differently, but in the end, it must be His decision, not ours.

I felt the same way when God punished people who were mean to me. We may not know it at the time when anger and hurt are at their peak, but we love and care about those people, no matter how unbearable the words or things they’ve thrown at us.

I still love people who harmed me throughout the years, and as time passes and I become older, I only remember the good moments. I believe that every person, every animal, and every soul is present in our lives for a reason.

Some lessons are easy and bearable, while others leave us screaming and crying. God knows how many hours I’ve spent crying in the night, praying, feeling alone and depressed. I always found my way out, God made sure of that.

In the end, we should pray for the souls of those who hurt us in the past as well as those who are bothering us in the present. I discovered that God has a special equation that guarantees that every sigh is answered.

No matter how many times I got frustrated and had plans to take revenge to feel better, it was God who showed me that I’m not the one who should be doing that; if anything, I’d be taught a new lesson and grow humble. He knows everything, and everyone who has harmed you or made you feel less than in this world will receive their fair share of punishment.

So, pray for their souls, ask God to have mercy and deliver them, because you aren’t prepared to see the tribulations God will put them through to cleanse their souls and get them to the destination He planned.