There is a vase that I have. I place it on a table by the window. It’s the sunniest spot around the house, where rays of sunlight will always come piercing through the curtains and sometimes a light breeze will blow by. The vase is obviously something precious to me, and although I knew that the table by the window is not exactly the safest place to put it, I want it to have the benefit of the doubt. I want the vase to experience everything – sunny days, windy days, rain, rainbows, sunsets and sunrise.
Some days, more often than I would prefer, a slightly strong breeze would come over and knock the vase down. It stays on the table, and I could easily arrange it back nicely. Most of the time it stays unharmed, with maybe a slight chip here and there if it was knocked down pretty hard. I could deal with that. These tiny chips are hardly noticeable. If you look at it carefully you might see it, and it’s a good reminder that the table might not be as safe as you thought it would be.
But on the very, very rare occasions, a storm would come by. It usually comes right after a sunny day, which makes me unaware and unable to move the vase before something happens to it. The wind would come so strong and so cold, that it would literally make the vase fly across the room, and smash into pieces on the floor. At this point I would go sweep the pieces up, of course. Then I would attempt to glue it back together. Sometimes it takes days, sometimes it takes weeks, and sometimes if it’s particularly tricky to assemble it’ll take a whole year.
Then comes the question – how many times can a vase break until it couldn’t be put back together any more? So far I’ve succeeded in doing so. It has glue and breaking marks on it, but it still looks like a whole vase. But I fear that eventually, if the storm keeps coming and it keeps getting rolled off the table and smashed on the floor, the day might come when only a miracle could make it into a vase exactly as how I’ve first had it.
Sometimes I have the right mind to finally get it off the table by the window, and place it in the closet instead. That way it’ll never be knocked over again. That way it will always stay as it is. But then I’ll think about those sunny days that have happened. When the day is just right and you could sit by the balcony and enjoy it. There’ll be a dark cloud now and then, sure, but then they will pass and the day becomes over all, lovely. Flowers would be put in the vase. It will sit there, on the table, soaking up the day and the life it brings. Remembering these things makes me not want to put it in the closet at all. It keeps making me put the vase back on that table, because I don’t want to let it miss out on these wonderful days, ones that made those bad weather forgotten.
Dude, come on. You didn’t think I’d be THAT boring to put up a blog about an actual vase, did you? ;-)
It’s a common subject. Talked to its death.But like any common dilemma, we’ll keep discussing this until the end of time, because damn it we humans love asking the same old questions over and over again. I define ‘want’ as things that you’d love to have, but are not necessarily good for you. You know, like Ashton Kutcher. ‘Need’ is something we may not particularly look forward to, but would be beneficial in the long run, like vacuuming the carpet. To further demonstrate this, here’s a table of examples.
Sometimes I complain that things I ask for, or work for, don’t work the way I plan them too. I figured it was because I didn’t try hard enough, or maybe it’s because I didn’t pray enough about it. Then it occurred to me. What if they’re not working out because I am asking for the wrong things? I think I need certain things in life, but really, how on earth would I know if they’re any good for me? I suppose when things turn out in a different way than what they’re supposed to, it’s a way to show us that ‘hey, you want this, but you don’t need it. You need that instead.’
Hmmm. That’s an optimistic way to look at things in life I guess. Easier said than done, I know.