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yash92
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When life happened to me I was sleeping sound on my couch and never expected to be so dull and weak that I could not make up on my feet. That was the day when life was biased and wanted me to taste it without dilution,I held myself got back to my senses and smiled.

When Life Happened To Me...

When life happened to me I was sleeping sound on my couch and never expected to be so dull and weak that I could not make up on my feet.

That was the day when life was biased and wanted me to taste it without dilution,I held myself got back to my senses and smiled.

I never thought life to be so full of slaughter shelves, as that my piece of property,my luxury car and even my pet was no more with me.

Now when I was cheated on with my wife and lost everything to the court,the only thing I was left with was hope,

hope to rule the life with no alcohol abuses each day with no parties hitting hard and no more abroad vacations.

I was sitting on a roadside with a piece of hotdog when I realised my wife was shopping in the store along the same lane with a good built lean guy and for once I thought of hitting them,

but soon realised someone tapping on my shoulder,I turned around to find a monk in orange attire asking for the address that leads to the famous monestry on the hill side.

I guided him politely and by the time I was done my wife was gone.

Lately I am living with a friend in the neighborhood, with a small kitchen and living space.

He used to work for a cleaning company swept doors and pathways to get some good beer and food in the evening.

One day while I was sitting in the balcony I realised that the same monk was asking for the same address to some other guy and I shouted loudly to stop him and went down.

He was polite like the other day and I asked him, "Why do you fool people asking for the same address each day?".

He said "My dear son of God, I just remind them that there is a monestry that way but I never ask them to go there".I asked " Why do you want them to know about it?" .

He said "It will help them when life will happen to them" and he went away.

"When life will happen to them", this was killing me inside and I wanted to know that when does it really happen and how we will know about it.

I was waiting for my friend in the evening, with beer and was missing my child who now belongs to her mother.I heard the siren and ran down to find Alex dead.

Someone hit him hard on his head to snatch the piece of bread and beer.

I now didnt had anything with me as I gave up everything in the division and my family knew that I would be living happily in the city.

I thought of going to my town and living there but dropped the idea as my dad was the only person spending life in leisure with his garden and I never wanted to break that peace as now I

could understand the importance of it .

I went to that monastery and found the same monk, asked him to guide me in this path.He took me to a person who was teaching yoga & meditation to the young children.

He looked at me and my 95 Kgs beer body and never looked back again,there was a brief discussion between the two about my life abuses, and how my wife cheated me,

my property and papers wickedly and demanded divorce and how everything was gone starting with my business built over time and sweat and my kids.

The meditating person finally affirmed and I was happy with the nodding of his head.

The monk told me that I could stay there and practice life and spirituality and will be given basic shelter and food.

Next day at 5 a.m I was brought to the ground and was made to run over 10 miles, I just broke down half the distance and came back walking by 10 a.

m,then we got milk and oats for the breakfast and I was asked to clean the entire premises including a balcony,a big hall and 3 big rooms which were filled with the silence.

After I was done I was given bread and milk and was asked to sleep by 7 p.m.

Same routine continued for almost one week, I thought of quitting and was walking on the road but then I thought of my dad and came back again.

After that I thought of never giving up and after a week I started meditating and it went on for 3 hours daily and since then it has been the same routine for 3 months now.

I gave up on the thought that I was cheated or that I owned any car or home,

now whenever I go to street in my orange uniform I always ask the address of the same monastery to minimum 10 people and now I know what happens "When life happens to you".

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