May Allah Help Me Accept My Fate

May Allah Help Me Accept My Fate
I've accepted my fate. I've accepted the sequence of events in my life as a part of my fate, something which cannot be changed by anyone. Their typical sequence of  occurrence has brought about some unpleasant and irreversible changes in my life, but they have to be accepted as a part of life. The phenomenon of acceptance had given me courage and strength to bear through all sorts of adversities Allah has showered upon me. I’ve accepted my being helpless against the tirades of my fate. Practically, there has been very little I can do to help myself out of all situations I have found myself in.

My critics blame me for my inaction to do anything to help myself out. They are of the opinion it is a lack of will on my part to do anything concrete to help myself that has brought about the present predicament. They are probably under the impression I have a lot of opportunities before me, and I don’t grab at them. The truth remains life has never given me a lot of options to choose from. There has always been an option of being inactive and dormant, but I have always chosen the other alternative.

I’ve always chosen to do something to keep myself busy in a way that can be good for me. In a small way, it has fitted into a master-plan I feel has been sketched out for me. The exigencies of the plan have pushed me around courtesy circumstances and situations in my life; at the end of the day, I find myself pushed towards a particular goal and at a specific pace. The pace of my progress is directly proportional to the span of the track before me, and the number of barricades I’ve to cross.

Fate has certainly put up a lot of barricades on the way to my goal. Getting over all barricades is going to  take a considerable amount of time and this is going to abbreviate the pace of progress I make towards the goal before me.

I did think of my life if I were headed towards a different goal. It would certainly have abbreviated the length of the path that is to be trodden on before I reach the goal, getting to the goal would have been easier, and I may have been well beyond the goal by now. My life would have been quite different from what it is now. it would have been a lot easier although I wonder if getting to an easy destination would have brought as much happiness and satisfaction in my life as getting to a goal when it is quite tough to get to.

The taste of success is something that is more important to me than success itself. Success translates into a different and better flavour if getting to the goal is a tough proposition. Virtually, the efforts one makes to get to the goal are directly proportional to the flavour of success one gets to taste after reaching the goal. Success tastes all the more sweeter if one gets to taste it at a late point of time, and after making a lot of conscious efforts for it.

The only condition for this is that the efforts one makes to get to the goal should be proportionate to the goal one is headed for. I’ve been making all efforts in a positive direction, but all this translated into happiness only if the goal is reached. Those who don’t get to the goal or don’t even get a whiff of it after a long and tough struggle end up in frustration.

Although my goal still remains hidden behind the curtains of time even after the prolonged conflict I’ve been exposed to, I feel I’m nearer to it than where I was when I set out for it. The taste of success is certainly going to be different and better than what is experienced by my peers and contemporaries when they reach a specific goal. So, I guess fate has pushed me on a different track because it wants me to taste success in a different and better format than the one it has served to my peers and contemporaries.

I don’t think I should effect a comparison with my peers because a comparison is always to be conducted between equals and peers. I feel no one is equal to me because  I feel life has dealt a bit different and odd cards to me. A game can never be said to be fair if played on unequal terms. I feel life has  not been fair with me. I and my peers and contemporaries can never be on an equal footing. We differ in many ways although none of the differences can ever be highlighted.

Differences shouldn’t be highlighted in the normal case. It is best to keep all differences concealed in an esoteric format. They can become objects of ridicule for me; I would never appreciate being ridiculed. A large part of my frustration is that I feel I deserve a special treatment because I strongly feel I am different from my peers and contemporaries, and yet I don’t get a special treatment because none of the differences I court with my peers and contemporaries are to be seen.

On the other hand, granting a special treatment rendered to me would have made me different from my peers and contemporaries in a negative manner. It is an accepted adage in the society that the weak and unprivileged are given a special treatment. I don’t think I would have appreciated being classified with the weak and unprivileged. I am certainly not going to like it.

I want to be classified with normal humans. The differences that have crept into my being because of the flow of time can never be negated. They will have to be accepted as a part of my life. This is the only way I can feel a bit happy and privileged despite all the negativities in my life.

May Allah help me accept all the negativities  in life and all the sorrows that are to come my way.