Everyday Happenings

Looking at them enjoying their favourite serial brought to mind how important these everyday happenings are in our life. In so many places around the world, due to violence and other disturbances like people leaving their homelands to other places in search of a better life, these everyday happenings are just a dream, a dream which remains a dream for many, And we, who have not really faced such upheavals take them for granted. We yearn for a change or changes in our lives, something to break the monotony. Changes are important, they make it possible for us to look at life differently.

But what would life be like without this continuity?

Long back I had read a book about the lives of army wives, the story was set in early twentieth century. The families were always on the move. The ladies used to embroider tapestries because they took a long time to complete. In each new place their tapestries gave them a sense of continuity and a routine. Such a good idea.

It is only when our world turns upside down that we long for those everyday happenings, our daily routine. Some time ago an acquaintance said with longing that she wished she could just sit and watch her favourite serials. Her husband was seriously ill. This longing was not for the serials as such but a longing for those days when life had been uncomplicated and free of worries. She longed for the earlier routine, monotonous days. Whatever their minus points, our TV serials do give a continuity to our everyday life. They go on and on and never seem to have an end.:)) But people who watch them are so involved in them that they even talk of the characters and their everyday happenings as something that really happens.

Days can be boringly monotonous or interestingly monotonous. It all depends on us.

As I write this I remember this poem which I had read long ago in a book by Essie Summers, I had written it down because it touched me.
‘Sometimes today, with wanton cruelty,
Deals our sweet yesterday a mortal blow.
That takes from us all the expectancy
Of happier days to come,
Of fair tomorrows.
Yet often in the fullness of God’s time,
A trumpet sounds across His smiling hills.
And in the dawning of another Day,
Some glad Tomorrow every dream fulfills.’