Because Someone Cared Enough

We are often disappointed by people. We feel let down, at times even betrayed, when all of a sudden they just disappear. We talk about those who’ve shown very little care to the relationship, who are inattentive to our needs and all those small details that mean so much. We complain about the insignificant efforts they make to stay in touch. We don’t talk much about those who cared enough. We’re the ones who are often inattentive to those who make our lives a little better just by being there. Do we ever wonder why we are the adults we are today? Because there were two loving people, two devoted parents, who cared enough (and much much more) to teach us everything they knew and whatever is required to be functional moral human beings. Do we ever wonder why we have certain passions that ignite our creativity and energize our souls? Because someone, a teacher or a mentor maybe, cared enough to educate rather than dictate. Do we ever wonder why we don’t feel so lonely and forsaken in hardships when we have every reason to be? Because someone, a friend, a sibling or a spouse maybe, cared enough to support, listen and console. Do we ever wonder why, when everything seems to be going wrong in our day, we somehow find peace in the understanding that no matter how bad things may go, there’s always something to be grateful for? Because someone, a religious scholar, spiritual coach, or a pious grandparent maybe, cared enough to deliver the words of God in the most memorable manner to cultivate faith within our hearts. Do we ever wonder why in times of great need, when the whole world turns its back on us, help arrives out the blue? Why we even have a good parent, kind friend, loving partner, or amazing role models to look up to? Because God cares enough – nay, He cares the MOST – to make the entire earth, with all its resources and riches, subservient to mankind. But we forget. How rarely do we remember the blessings amidst the hardships. How seldom do we recall the good people when we’re haunted by memories of the bad. Isn’t it time for our unforgiving hearts to soften in remembrance of all the countless blessings and He who bestowed them upon us? 


Author: Zeina

I'm a Lebanese translation and editing professional. Juggling parenthood and a home-based freelance career is no easy task, especially for a (hopefully recovering) perfectionist. I'm also an introvert, so yes this explains the tagline "I write better than I speak" :) Hope you enjoy your stay here!

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