It’s safe to say that when trialed, everything read on life, theories, and philosophies go out the window. It’s like in between trials, I think of how wiser and better I’ve become since the last ones. But as soon as the need for survival hits—WHO CARES WHAT SO AND SO SAYS ABOUT KEEPING AFLOAT?! THEY’RE NOT HERE RIGHT NOW! JUST GET PAST THIS HURDLE!!
Out of everything that happened this week, the first place trophy goes to a dead car battery.
As its inconvenience squashed my big after work plans of coffee breaks and naps, it later revealed to be the greatest interference.
Well, the nap most certainly happened, just not according to my forecast. As I heeded the inaccurate advice of the person who jumped my car, I waited [*snoozed*] for half-an-hour before taking off. I triumphed through all errands, not daring to turn it off until I reached the mechanics. When I saw the experts walking towards me and my car with a jump box, different life lessons flooded my head.
***I shouldn’t push things off till later.***
***I could’ve broken down in the middle of a highway.***
***The car needs vacuuming because I decided to eat in my car.***
I tried predicting something as simple as an afternoon, but life came in to kindly say, “No, no, dear. I’ve got the better idea. You’ll have to wait and see!”
And you know what? Life was right.
Because the following day, I received some crushing news that ended a long ordeal. Days of sleep were even lost over it. But when I started up the new battery, all I could think of was how the previous day’s misfortune became a life saver to another day’s misfortune.
So, as my car runs like a new person being given a new heart, I hope that I too will take charge with rejuvenation.