{"id":2721,"date":"2007-03-25T00:03:14","date_gmt":"2007-03-25T00:03:14","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2007-03-25T00:03:14","modified_gmt":"2007-03-25T00:03:14","slug":"Yellow-Brick-Road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/?p=2721","title":{"rendered":"Yellow Brick Road"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There are times when I&#39;m convinced that the universe teases us in a bid to inject some appreciation in us and to allow us to walk out of situations as better people.\u00a0 In the quarter of a century that I&#39;ve been living, I have learned that occurrences in life have a particular order of nature that is not necessarily designed for human comprehension &#8212; not until later anyway.\u00a0 There are things that we are not meant to initially understand but desperately begs for acceptance.\u00a0 Down the road, as more answers unfold before our very eyes, we usually learn that everything indeed happens for a reason. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Disappointments and frustrations are constant fixtures in our lives.\u00a0 They are the bastard sons of Satan sent on earth to give us all a glimpse of how hell really is like.\u00a0 These result from us not getting everything we want &#8212; and the heightened drive to try even harder and still getting nowhere.\u00a0 We naturally feel anger and rage because of it but I&#39;ve learned that letting those get the better of me only means that I&#39;ve just lost.\u00a0 My mantra has gone from &#8220;Why the fuck not?&#8221; to &#8220;It&#39;s okay.\u00a0 One day, I will understand why it didn&#39;t happen.&#8221;\u00a0 Or at least hope against hope that I will understand.\u00a0 It absolutely grates me not being able to fathom why something isn&#39;t meant for me &#8212; but as they say, &#8220;good things happen to those who wait.&#8221;\u00a0 Patience is surely a virtue.\u00a0 Unfortunately, it isn&#39;t one of mine.\u00a0 And even more unfortunate, sometimes we are left with no other choice but to accept circumstances and make the most out of it.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>However, I do admit that there aren&#39;t many things that I regret doing in my life &#8212; mistakes included.\u00a0 I think of it as taking a few wrong turns only to discover newer roads and alleys.\u00a0 I have never once looked back on those times where I was forced to accept less than favorable situations and shook my head.\u00a0 As a matter of fact, many of those instances have called on gratefulness from my side.\u00a0 Something bigger and better usually followed the disappointments I have experienced causing me to believe that maybe, just maybe, there is a greater power up above that is responsible for some sort of master plan that has been laid out and put into action by those who live it day by day &#8212; those people like us who blindly follow a path that we think is taken purely out of our choices. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps our choices are responsible for the circumstances that we are currently in, but we still carry our fate with us.\u00a0 No matter which road we choose to take, we will still end up in the same destination that was meant for us.<\/p>\n<p>And the funny thing is, all the loose ends only tie up at the end of our roads.\u00a0 It is only when we reach the end of the freeway that the light bulb finally switches on in our heads.\u00a0 Let&#39;s just hope that when that time comes, there will be no regrets and no remorse.\u00a0\u00a0 The destination doesn&#39;t matter &#8212; the journey does.\u00a0 It is one of the few things we can control. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There are times when I&#39;m convinced that the universe teases us in a bid to inject some appreciation in 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