I recently spotted these tiny little eggs at work. My first thought was they were the remains of newly hatched chicks. Upon closer inspection, I realized that was not the case. It was the other option…
It struck then, that when we see something, we can look at it in a few ways. First, the initial or obvious view. In this case broken eggs equal hatched chicks. But that was not the case. Here, broken eggs equal someone found lunch. So I mourned for the chicks who would never be born and for the birds who would not raise these young.
But such is the cycle of life. Now because some critter had a meal, perhaps their young will survive another day. Now, since my brain bounces in wacky ways, I naturally had to take this a few steps further.
Spoiler alert: I will probably wax a little philosophical now.
One option to view: we lay our eggs and wait expectantly for the results. Our eggs might be anything– job, marriage, kids, (or literally getting pregnant), new house/car/etc… or a host of other things. When our eggs are usurped by someone else and now will not hatch, we mourn, we get mad, plot revenge, pout, take someone to court, whatever. Simply, we react. Somehow.
Okay, we can try it again, lay more eggs and hope for the best Or we can give it up and find a new nest. Over the course of our lives, we all probably do both depending on the situations our eggs represent.
Now, what about the usurper, the one who took our eggs. Our job, our spouse, our kids, our desired plans? We can look upon them with disdain, hatred and the like. Or we can see the other option. They needed something to survive too. Maybe what they took wasn’t meant to be ours. Maybe it made a huge difference to them, like life or death. Yes, I might be getting sort of thick here, but maybe the job they got means they keep their house. Or the modest car they bought lets them get to the job. Or the kids ‘they stole’ are actually benefiting from new (and hopefully positive) influences.
So the next time we eagerly await for something and end up disappointed, remember maybe the second option you are experiencing, however painful, might be the better option. I have a quote on my desk I like: On the other hand, we have different fingers.
So very true and so very simply profound.