Dear friend,
A while ago, in a season when I was sure that life had been unfair to me, I wrote a poem, really just for myself. It came back to me recently while I was thinking about a client caught in a similar mood at work. So this week, I want to share it with you.
Working only to make money is a disaster,
Living to serve others is the life of a master.
When your bold attempts don’t work, you think it is all done,
You live life resigned to possibilities, and it is no fun.
When you see your career blocked, you fall into despair,
You forget that you are alive, so this mood we must repair.
“Life is the greatest good,” Unger said it with dare,
But you are addicted to comforts, so what do you care?
All day you go around whining, “Life is not fair.”
Let me ask you a question: have you done your share?
Do you ever feel that life is not fair? How do you deal with it? I wonder what this poem stirs in you, and I would be glad to hear.
With care,Saqib