Positions In Life

Sometimes I feel like a little pawn on a big chessboard, with no say as to what can happen to me. I frequently think about what the chess player has planned and where I shall end up, when my downfall will come, and will I be able to last till the end of the game.

Being a little weed (getting bigger), I sometimes feel like the gardener is my enemy. I find I have enough to fight against (for survival sake) without him being involved and throwing more challenges my way (weed-killer, for instance). But, maybe, I have been harbouring the wrong ideas about him all along. After contemplation, I realise that I must have been biased in my views. Sometimes, when I am suffering and shrivelling, he's provided me with some water and even fertiliser during scorching dry seasons, while tending to other plants. Maybe... maybe he's even offered me nourishing treatments at times, not on the side, by especially because he thought I needed them.

It has happened many times before... I am being pushed almost to the very edge, hanging on with my fingernails and in the depths of despair when something happens. Miracles happen.

Miracles do happen.

And I do not stand alone.

And the gardener may be a friend after all.