I was standing outside my house pondering about something. There was a neem tree and the ground was filled with its flowers, cream in color, small but bright hundreds of them covered the floor like a beautiful carpet. When wind blew, the flowers were swept away. Then they would settle in a new place for a while until another strong wind carried them away.
The flowers had no worries. They looked happy as were floating by continuously. What is that so different from me and those flowers? I had a strong stand. I had planned everything and want everything to go according to that plan. If anything goes wrong, I would get upset.
But those flowers have no plans. Wind decides where they should be. They do not settle down in one place. They do not get attached to things around, as they have to be continuously on the move. They know they were in a place temporarily and they have to move soon. Maybe they were always expecting a wind. They had no say in choosing the place or time.
Was there a revolution among the flowers to stop the wind? Hardly. They were moving around without a resistance.
Is this a better approach to human life too?