[ES001] Essay 'What I Wanted, What I Was Given' - Health and Kindness - (vol.1)

Introduction

I've started an 'Essay' series~📣

Image of the work to be serialized

The first theme I chose is...
'What I Wanted, What I Was Given'

Theme Concept

While at first glance it may seem like saying 'What I wished for was not given to me', in reality, 'what I truly needed was given to me'.

'The gap between human wishes and what life provides' Once you can honestly accept both of these polar realities, beyond that deep insight, a door to new values awaits. Through insight, what feels like

'lack' or 'deficiency' from a human perspective might actually be something necessary for 'growth' and 'realization' when viewed from a higher perspective and a broader horizon.🤔💭

It is also true that while people seek 'power' or 'success', what is actually given is often 'weakness' or 'failure'. But perhaps that
'gap' is what creates depth in life.🤔💭 I would like to compile such poems into an essay in a story format, and craft it so that the contrast between

'what was wanted and what was given' becomes clear.🤗

The power of harmony with disparate things

'What I wanted and what I was given'

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This is thetwo-in-one of the two poles☯️
in other words
the power of harmony with the heterogeneous

'What I Wanted, What I Was Given' -Health and Kindness-

I visited my grandmother's house for the first time in a while. In a corner of the small garden, the hydrangeas my grandmother carefully grows every year were blooming.

When I said, 'They bloomed beautifully again this year,' my grandmother laughed while fiddling with the soil.

'I can't decide whether they bloom or not. I give them water and fertilizer, but they still wither when they wither, and bloom when they bloom. There aren't many things that go exactly as I want.'

I muttered...
“You can take a horse to the water, but you can't make him drink.”
'You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink'... separation of tasks... right.

My grandmother's hands were slightly bent and gnarled from years of farm work. Even so, when those hands touched the soil, it felt as if it were becoming soft and fluffy.

'Doesn't it frustrate you when things don't go your way?' I asked.

My grandmother was silent for a while, but eventually, she answered while squatting on the soil.

'When I was young, I thought so. I wanted a healthy body, or I wanted to be wealthier. But looking back, I feel like I've received many things that were different from what I wanted.'

'Different things?'

'Yes. I wanted 'health,' but instead, I was given the opportunity to know the 'kindness' of the people around me. I wanted 'success,' but instead, there was a view I could only see because I 'failed.'

My grandmother gently stroked a small hydrangea bud.

'Things not going your way can sometimes be an unexpected gift.'

I looked out over the garden in silence. There were many times I felt dissatisfied with a life where things never went my way. But hearing my grandmother's words, I suddenly thought.

Perhaps I was only captivated by the superficialHavingsuch as wealth, titles, and fame. Perhaps I should have treated the essential
Beingsuch as my way of life, values, and identity with more care.

Perhaps I was only counting the things I 'was not given' and overlooking the things I 'was given.'
What is it that I have now, whether tangible or intangible?

I didn't get what I asked for.
But instead, perhaps I have been receiving important things I never would have noticed otherwise.

The hydrangea bud touched by my grandmother's hand was quietly, yet surely, waiting for the next rain.

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