me and Laskhmi

Graceful and gentle she stands in her box. She looks at me from her big eyes. I walk through the door and stand there, a grin on my face. "Come, come," says the guard and bit by bit I venture closer and closer to her. She is huge and keeps on looking at me. Gentle, curious, and vivid her eyes seem to be. She sways back and forth, and tentatively I stretch my hand out to her. Then I put my hand gently on her trunk. Her skin is surprisingly soft and very gentle, a bit like velvet, studded with several small bristles. And as soon I take it in that I actually touch her she has already swayed back.

 

How fascinating and so much happiness in this moment was.

Ailena ☺

Oh, this is just a superstition!

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I’m not a believer, and yet I find it always easy to believe in the magic of superstition. Would I ever find a four leaf clover, I would feel certainly to get a lot of luck. If the mirror breaks and whisper softly to me “now you have for seven years bad luck in love”, I see myself in the shards of the mirror saying, laughing,” Oh, this is just a superstition!“ Flies a ladybug on my hand and has two black spots on its red dress, I know it is a good day.

 
How I twist it and turn it the good is always on my side. For the bad times I spend only little time. Even if a black cat crosses the road from left to right in, I feel fortunate in my life and say, laughing to the cat, 

"you don’t frighten me!"

© Ailena

is luck all destiny?

Without light no shadow.  Without a shadow we don’t appreciate the light. After rain there is sun. Without Ying no Yang. Without good no evil. Without misfortune no luck.

But the happiness of the people is it distributed equally? Is there somewhere a box in which the happiness and luck of a person is stored for a life or more? And if that luck is eventually used up, do then the shadows come to life? And then there is accordingly a box with misfortune and sad times that a person must endure in its life? And are these boxes for all people equal? Does every human being have to bear the same amount of misfortune and luck? Or has one person more good or bad luck than the other? Or maybe is happiness a matter of the person’s opinion? Maybe a person should first be able to recognize its good fortune and the happiness has to be discovered in the small and one shouldn’t wait for the big luck.

Or maybe it’s all destiny and one can’t control its own fortune, only the way one deals with its dark sides in life?

© Ailena