An idea, a thought, an anecdote, a story or a poem a day!

  We grow accustomed to the dark When light is put away. We learn to keep our eyes closed. The bravest grope a little,  but as they learn to see in the dark. either the darkness alters  or - they alter. The sight adjusts itself  to the night  without the moon! 

Things will get worse before they get better!  We know that, we are always told. But how? How does it happen? Do you ever wonder? How come, we go so low to such a miserable altitude to rise again, up and flying, so high? Some law of nature, a miracle, or divine intervention?  Or just adjustment,  human ingenuity Our tendency to make the best of what we are dealt!  A desire to improve ourselves,  our behaviour to change our direction, to get better, to find a solution, to resolve! Till we make yet another blunder!