When Life Becomes the Grand Master

Today moved differently. After many restless days, I suddenly felt a kind of peace. I can’t explain why or how, but I started noticing the little things happening around me. It was almost like stepping into an Emily Dickinson poem where silence has its own music. At times, I could even hear a drum beating inside my mind, reminding me that my thoughts are never truly quiet.

One funny thing about life is that it never allows us to stick with just one problem. The moment we start worrying about something, a brand new problem shows up at the door, and suddenly the old one doesn’t matter anymore. It’s like life plays a prank: “Here, take this puzzle instead!” I’ve realized that nothing is permanent not problems, not peace, not even our moods. Everything is in motion.

I remembered my old habit of humming songs during my college bus rides. Back then, the road, the trees, and the passing sky were my stage. Now, I think life itself is the biggest stage, and we’re all performers sometimes good, sometimes not so good, but always part of the show.

These days, I’ve begun to believe that observing is an art. There is so much to watch: people rushing, children laughing, birds fighting for a piece of bread, and even the way clouds shape-shift in the sky. Life keeps showing us new scenes every single day.

So, I’ve decided to respect life as the real grand master. He may scold, trick, or surprise me, but he always teaches me. And no matter what happens whether it’s a problem, a blessing, or just a boring day I love this grand master. Because at the end of it all, he makes me laugh at my own seriousness.

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