Real ownership is by stealing through the winds of time, through the complicated web of fate, through the distorted lines of destiny, making the wind flow in your direction, making the intricate web of life to unwind, making the distorted lines of destiny more vivid, straight and towards a direction, to be destined rather than wait for the destiny and then feel elevated by the ownership which you might have thought to be impossible.
Everybody lives for a miracle and may be that miracle is just around the corner and we are not just realizing, grasping it. There are then circumstances which push us in gravity hole, a black hole of reality, which suck us deep inside, and suddenly the miracle which we started to conceive is not any more, not there. We see things in a different way, suddenly the optimism and the energy just went off the window and we again put ourselves in that shell in which we reside as per our own choice or may be for the choice of others. The destiny lines become distorted again, the web of life become more complex, tangled and complicated, wind blow like a hurricane in totally opposite direction and then we are back in reality, the reality which is around us from the start, we are back in the shell.
In all this we ignore most or may be taking for granted that the two scenarios of a miracle to happen and a miracle not to happen are both realities in their own perspective and in their own circumstances, a hard core reality also, but we accepting the one reality and ignoring the other.
In the end, it is only you, yourself, that what you want to do, which reality you want to take, and in taking the reality what are the circumstances which you are considering, what cost you paying and whether it is worth it or not, whether you in your own existence want that or not, is it for you only or there is a complex situational dogma in which you don’t want to single out yourself may be for the happiness of the other. Though it is said often, you can only make others happy only and only when you are happy by your own self.
So, which happiness is important, our own or not, which reality we want to jump in, in which we want to swim, take all things head on, or standing on the shores and see the vast canvas in front of us not having the courage to brush it with thick solid and at the same time soft touches of color. We indeed always want our own kind of reality, from deep inside, for which may be we are fighting for ages, which our heart, mind and soul tells us, or we are so deep down in the habit of giving false signals to ourselves always, may be. But normally we accept which we in actual do not want, exactly and precisely not as per our own choice, because that feature of personality we have reserved for others, as in past, in present and for the future, may be.
Sacrificing own happiness and ignoring our own miracle to happen for others may look temporarily good, comforting, because we not judging the self-annihilation in that, in the end we will be the one who will be lonely, while those people for whom we sacrifice everything will be happy, living their own lives in their own frame of reference, but alas, they can’t make you happy, and then everything does matter.