Sometimes the Questions are Complicated,but the Answers are Simple..

Somewhere along the way, we have become convinced that life should be all good, all the time. If we are faced with difficulty even for a slightest moment, the first question we ask is "Why Me?” For some of us, the question pops up when we have a flat tire. Or get a cold. Or when we fail to acquire good grades, when we fight with our best friend, or when we don’t get the right clothes to wear for a party. And we feel so miserable about our life as if it’s not worth living; some feels as if it’s kind of cursed (*that includes me, sometimes*). But did our life ever promise us to be fair! You learn that lesson early from the schoolyard bully or a clique of cruel girls. Just about the time you forget, you’re reminded with another painful lesson that hurts as much as it did when you were ten years old and we're left groping with why so many bad things happen to us! Again and again…We are never satisfied with the life we are living. But has anyone ever thought, may be our life is far better than those suffering from “Real Problems”. No we never think of others but only ourselves. We exaggerate our problems to ourselves so much that we are left thinking nothing is bigger than it.

I remember an incident from where I learnt our own problems is not the only thing on earth we should feel miserable about. My nephew failed in his mathematics paper, as usual when the results were out he was really sad and feeling miserable the same way. And of course anyone would, I would if I were in his place! My sister scolded him very bad in harsh words after all…So I decided to cheer him up, why not take him out to the nearby park. We walked around for a while and finally sat down on a nearby bench. I was comforting him, when a middle-aged, little ‘weird looking’ man came up to ask why was the little one crying so horribly? I told him(*Mr.X*) that Ryan’s(*my nephew*) mother scolded him for his results..and that I was trying to cheer him up but nothing helped..blah..blah..
He(*Mr.X*) bought a bar of chocolate and asked him to play with his kids..(*who were of the same age as Ryan, near about*),and soon he forgot all about crying, his results, the scolding, everything.. I sat there watching him play with the others. 
Suddenly the man spoke asking, “So you are his aunt?”

I awkwardly replied, ”Yes.”

Then soon all the awkwardness was gone and we talked, he told me about his wife and his kids..blah..blah…(*I was though not listening to all of it*),but suddenly something that he said got my goosebumps rising..

"He is suffering from Melanoma!”
From the little I knew about scientific terms, ‘Holy shit! He is suffering from Cancer!’ 

The first thing that struck my mind, ‘he has two little kids(*aged between four and six*)!’..and secondly ‘it’s the a fast growing skin cancer as far as I remember(*the little that I had learnt looking up on Wiki and Google once about cancer when my grandfather was suffering from it*)

I was all concerned now, and to top it all up he said he is at its last stage! That he will die soon….

I was numb for a moment, no one talking neither moving but as the blood slowly rushed back, and I came back to reality, I realized how painful it might be for him to know that he has to die so soon, leaving his two little kids and his young wife all alone, that he will never be able to see his kids grow up, or take them to school.. How is his wife going to deal with the fact that her husband(*her better half*) will not be beside her, that she will be left to bring up her kids all by herself.. How will the kids deal with it of not having a father!
I stupidly asked him, ”Are you not sad about it?”

I looked at his face there were neither deep lines nor any sad look on his face, in fact he seemed satisfied and happy..

How could he be so contented?
I realized  He knows he has that little time left and he will not spoil it by making his family feel pathetic about it…he wants to live his life to the fullest, be happy and make people around him feel happy, as if they would feel less pain when he leaves, may be they would, I don’t know!
It was like as if he was signing off his life story on a happy note…

I realized most of us cry for things we don’t have, but we never consider ourselves lucky for the things we have. If that was the case then he should be the first person to ask the same question.. But he dint!

We feel so desperate to remove those weaknesses but what about those which can’t be changed or removed! 
We have to develop our strengths to such an extent that our weaknesses would not matter anymore. The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. And the only cure is by having a sense of gratitude which is, to always be thankful of what you have….

"Greatness is about how you fight your adversities.”

P.S.: Thank you for changing my way to look into life, wherever you are I know you are happy as always…