Norm-al

I am writing this aboard a 14-hour flight, not because I have nothing else to do (I actually slept for 6.5 hours and watched three movies) but because I am in my mind, away from distractions, away from people, away from anything that could influence my thinking or cloud my judgements or twist my emotions; I can think clearly.

And when I really think of it, of the life I’m living, when you really, deeply, profoundly look at everything around you, you’ll notice how odd some things may appear (or at least I do). We have adapted a little too thoroughly in today’s world that we have become so caught up in what seems to be “normal,” which according to the dictionary by the way means “conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.”

Just thinking of this one word, normal, which has always existed, which still remains the same, the exact same definition; it didn’t change. But time changed, people changed, time will keep changing, and people will keep changing to adapt to being viewed as normal. It’s interesting because normal once meant playing hide and seek with your siblings, cousins and friends in the garden running around stepping on stones that cut your feet but you know it’s okay cause it happens to everyone….and now it means everybody has to own a pocket-sized device that can connect them to the entire world in just a matter of seconds, otherwise they (we) are not normal.

But what’s really happening here? We are actually just going with the flow, following the norm, trying so hard to catch up that we are blinded by our silly wants. We fail to realize, we fail to see, we fail to appreciate the beauty, the beauty of life, of ourselves, of our families, of our friends, of our daily usual or unusual encounters, of time, of space, of the heat from the sun or the breeze of the wind or the smell of freshly trimmed grass or the taste of ice cold mangoes or the freedom of being underwater or the the the.. Too many details that pass by us without much love and appreciation.

We fail. We fail again. We fail until a lot has passed by, until our cup of life is almost full.

But the beauty of this life is that it is never too late. To wake up. To grow up. To realize. To recreate. To start. To fix. It’s never too late to do it all over again.

Allow yourself to genuinely observe, comprehend, and feel. Just be happy and grateful for the good AND bad. Psychology says, you can’t really feel good until you have experienced bad. But more importantly, Allah says, ( فَإِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْراً * إِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْراً ), which literally translates to: surely you have to go through “some” difficulty, in order to reach the “ultimate” ease. Just a little difficulty for a lot of ease. How beautiful is that? And it’s repeated for reassurance. Notice the linguistic values used. He said العسر, one عسر, you just need to go through some difficulty to reach the يسرًا, many, big, ultimate ease.

Ok I have to switch off my phone now. Toodles till my next flight perhaps?

Roudha
April 8, 2014 (last updated April 25, 2014)

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