I took a cab today, with a friend to the army open house. But that's not the point. The crux is three words the taxi driver kept emphasizing over and over again.
Just accept it.
The moment we entered the cab, he starts chatting non-stop. While I'm using the word chatting, which usually implies a two way exchange of dialogue, the real situation was more of a one way street.
He kept talking about how good it is to serve the army, and encouraged us to get a degree after army, and said three words 'Just accept it'.
Those were what he told the earlier passenger who wanted him to go slightly faster because she was late for a meeting. He told her, "Too bad, and just accept it."
Blunt, but true. Many a times in life, we don't really accept it, and so we try to change the outcome.
We spend amounts of money for chemotherapy struggling to give the person a fresh breath of life, but we fail to spend the time with that person, choosing instead to seek doctors, and written reports and percentages of success and failures.
We sit at the corner and sulk, unable to accept that our loved one just ditched us. Or that we just got retrenched. "It can't be. I've worked for twenty years. I've got the Best Employee Award for five months consecutively."
And perhaps, life would be simpler, with us just accepting every stone thrown our way; every pothole looming ahead.
Perhaps I'll just accept 'just accept it'.
