Why me?

Have you ever wondered how events that occur to you, around you, come about? This familiar question might leave you mumbling “yes, of course all the time!”. However, I am quite sure you didn't get my question right.Quiet your racing thoughts for a while,clear your mind and then read on, you might comprehend my question aright this time.

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Let me elucidate my perspective. We were born to our parents, who we never got to choose. Yet I'm sure it is not a random choice of “Him” to have put me into the family in which I live today.”It wasn't any "Him", dumbo! Its just science”, you might opine. Then have it your way-Science must have reasons and justifications too. When I see it from my parents' perspective it seems quite clear, I understand the science-reproduction, zygote, genes, attributes-yeah! makes sense. It also explains why I am so much like my mother. The reasons are convincing. Yet, from the child's perspective I still don't get an answer, why me? I then went to school, which also was not my preference then, the list went on with college, work and the likes. I believe that some of the major decisions were my choices and some weren’t but somehow, all along, I felt something very strange- an ethereal sensation of someone holding my hands and leading me to a cogent destination which I'm still incognizant of. Call it God, call it my mind, call it omens, instincts- I don’t know what it is. I only know “It” still exists.I could sense that my efforts when focused towards "that mysterious goal" somehow had multi-fold positive results.I am reminded of Stan Dale's way of life and quite agree with him. He said "“I've always been the opposite of a paranoid. I operate as if everyone is part of a plot to enhance my well-being.” This whole concept of being an inverse paranoid makes sense to me. I get chosen for a job from among 5000 people of my age competing for the same, I get married to someone who was a stranger to me until yesterday, I meet a person who suddenly seems to be helping me clean up the mess in my life and put things in place, I survive a major accident which, logically, would have even had me killed.I quit my job one fine day knowing it was not my cup of tea, I clearly get the point "It" is trying to tell me. Every action has a purpose, every incident has a purpose, every being has a purpose and so do I. I find a 10-year-old going to school every day, coming back in the evening and playing, then comes books, television, Internet, all sorts of electronic gadgets and finally the kid goes to bed. Another 10-year-old,a poor one, might have a completely different routine.The kid neither chose his family nor his social status, he keeps asking himself “why me?” every single day with tears in his eyes and a heavy heart. I can continue stating such “mainstream” or “normal” routine of people of different ages and economic status. The routine probably gets customized with religion, culture, family practices, geographic locations etc. But who set these standards ?? Why is going to school for a 10-year-old considered normal. He might as well be the child Prodigy we hear of, why is he not that? Might be because he's not good at what he is taught at school, might be he was born to be an artist, a sportsman or a social activist which he is not aware of. "Why me?" is not an expression of lamentation. Lamenting is rather a waste of time. “Let go of the fairness myth, as in, “That’s not fair.” There is no fairness czar who keeps an eye on adversities and sees to it that they are doled out equitably. Everything, good and bad, is exactly as it is, when it is; that’s reality. Whining about what is only serves to destroy your happiness and adds an emotional problem on top of a practical one.”says Russell Grieger, PhD., the author of several self-help books. Hence, don’t make “why me?” a negative phrase, It is a potential question to stick to, to find one’s purpose in life. Am I saying that every individual has a Caliber to be successful and is not, only because of lack of consciousness? Maybe I am. I am not sure either. This article of mine was published in "Infinithoughts" magazine, my article was chosen from among the million submissions and I am only still wondering…Why me??