I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."
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I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black! was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me.."
I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."
I just got this as a forward from an acquaintance and I could relate it to me. This blog is like my black box that "internet" gifted me. I put all my sorrows in here and though I dont see no hole, it seems to go away. Right now, I am not in the position to make a full fledged post about my day and my thoughts/feelings throught because pranav is here in my room and I wouldnt want to read it right here..I dont know what he`d think and what he`d say..I`m not prepared-like always.
aww look, if I had to have him around when he came to know these things I`d have told it to him myself verbally right then...