The Grapes are Sweet

Nothing reminds us more of the fragility of human condition than the pain of a loss- the instant realization of one’s limitations and the irrepressible feeling of loss of a sense of control that is so endearing to us. It carries the immensity to shatter personas, murder faith, destroy will, smother hope and wreck beliefs- variables that often require ages to replenish, at times even forever. Denial is the first response. There is something else though- in some sense the polar opposite of regret- that is almost as intimately stitched to our passive aggressive alter egos. 

Some of us sometime are no better than the famished fox that wanted the grapes but simply couldn’t have them. Interestingly, when we don’t or can’t get what we want, we often sought to pacify ourselves by diminishing the value of the lost opportunity. It seems so overtly childish on face value that one might be duped into passing it off as a false hypothesis. However, circumstances have recently made be suppose otherwise. 

Life leaves us wanting on several occasions and even from a pure statistical point of view, one cannot always get all that he strives for. But this simple rationalization is too hard to accept for many, more so for a mind ravaged with emotional turmoil. Instead, we often deceive ourselves by blissfully dismissing it under the deluding comfort of retrospection. We pride ourselves in having escaped something as if it was too unworthy for us in the first place! 

Life is a constantly evolving chain of causality. Each moment comes to us with several choices- a choice to reflect, react or reject. Yet, regret, redemption and repentance are the most prolific ties that we maintain with our past, ties that seek to paralyze those of us who choose wrongly. Time is merely a constant illusion of change. Our actions this moment are all that matter. We can choose to chase anything under the sun or simply just let all be.

Either way, the grapes are sweet. Always have been, will always be.