Life in a Plexiglass

I was home alone watching TV last night and I saw a game show where a man stood in a Plexiglasss box, and dollar bills swirled around him in a miniature tornado. I watched as the man tried to catch as many dollar bills as he can.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me: Life is like that... you can keep whatever you can catch, but it's all whipping past your head so fast, and how were you supposed to tell which were the big bills and which were the small?

How could one train for such an infuriatingly stupid challenge?

How could anybody catch all the beauty in the present moment, when, after years of misery, there was suddenly a day when all the wonderfulness of life unexpectedly blew down from all directions at once?

And how were you supposed to store joy, for the ugly days when the bleakness returns?

I think, at the end of the day, we catch what we can. We try twice as hard as we did yesterday and thrice as hard as we did the day before that. We keep as much as we can in our pockets aside from the prayers we said the night before.

But no one can really prepare for what’s going to happen next. No one knows when the wind will blow on the opposite direction.

However, if we have faith in our hearts, unknowingly, we could have caught the really big bills… and unknowingly, we have so much spare we could rest for a day.

Just for a day…