Seeking God

Goldilocks and good fortune

Having interviewed various high-profile women in my jobs, today I had a sudden realisation that came with a wave of gratitude: How blessed am I that I was not born into a well-connected political or wealthy business family. Their life sounds so envious from the outside but here’s what they trade in for being who they are:

1. They cannot love or marry someone their family does not approve of – no eloping with the neighbour’s son or the impoverished but loving boy from college. If they do, their life is practically over.
2. They cannot be seen at certain places with certain people doing certain things. There’s always an image to live up to, always bodyguards around, always ears and eyes keeping tabs.
3. They cannot have their own opinions unless it’s to do with business expansion or political moves. When it comes to their personal lives, there’s no room for personal freedom. They’re bound in rules and expectations.

There’s something to be said of Goldilocks’ desire to have the soup that was neither too hot nor too cold, the bed that was neither too hard nor too soft. It ties in with Buddha’s Middle Path. It ties in with the dichotomy of destiny versus free will, and with the balance life constantly requires of us, of ‘detached attachment’.

Dear God, may I always have enough of what I need and a little more to share, but not as much as it imprisons me. May I always have a voice and the freedom to make my personal choices, without losing out on social standing and respect. And may I always, always, always be aware that good fortune does not lie in material goods and worldly applause, but in the Treasures of the Heart.

Thank you.

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2 thoughts on “Goldilocks and good fortune

  1. I remember a story I had once read in Marie Claire of a woman who was married to a richie rich, and came from the same background, but had to oblige her husband every night, without a whimper or a sigh. She finally broke that marriage to come into her own, but in the process had to leave everything behind, including her children. I thought, how truly sad, that just because of her birth, she was already bonded. How sad to live a life without love. can we call it life at all?

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