counting my blessings

"the time when you choose to give up is normally the moment right before you success -- unknown"

few days back, when i was back in the office rushing for accounts on my own, this phrase just, happened to come true.

it was slightly after two, while i was walking back to office after lunch with a cuppa on my hand, tried to get in from the side door to avoid the smokers at main.

i pushed the glass door.

once.

twice.

third push, harder.

the glass door remained firm.

then i thought, "fine, that's it. i'll just walk pass the bunch of smokers at main and hold my breathe till i got through". so i turned and started to walk, and that's when somebody tapped on my shoulder.

i turned around, a stranger. he smiled at me and said, "push again, harder, like you really mean it."

God knows how it worked. i actually had the door opened. it was never locked in the first place. it was me, gave up too soon without pushing it again with harder effort. of all sudden, it makes me realised how at times, hard times especially, i'd give up too soon, too easily, that i never really tried it enough.

had we been given so much, too much that we started to take things for granted, that we never really learnt to fight it our way, and to appreciate it. there's always a plan b, that's how we said it. but truth being, there's none. there shouldn't be one. with no backlogs, there's no choice but to get the first and only plan worked out. that's it.

i feel so glad the stranger makes me see this clear. he has to be a messenger, sent by God to clear me up of all the negative thoughts i had on my job for the moment.



try harder. you'll eventually get through. try again. try harder.