What Makes The Difference?

"For this is the only thing Life's not biased about- 

It gives everyone an equal  share of sorrow and doubt."

                                                             -Hena Paul.

A part of my recent poem reads that, and I think its rather brilliant. The poem talks about how all walks of life has an equal part of sorrow and worry. Everyone, starting from the rich to the poor, the old the young, they all have their share of pain. The things they worry about can tremendously vary, and can be drastically different, but each person finds their problem huge. Basically, that gives no basic of measuring the factor ( I recon I'm been learning too much a particular topic in Physics ). So that leaves us obliged to think that everyone has an equal amount of doubt/sadness in their life. One cannot really compare. To say - my problems are bigger that yours, would be, to a large extent selfish, according to me. Thus, ironically this becomes almost the only thing life is not biased about. Life has no so called 'favorites' here. When it comes to doubt, its just and fair.

If you are thinking that maybe even happiness also is distributed to people by just and fair methods, your wrong. That's what is ironic about it, cause its not. For starters you are as happy as you choose to be. Fate does have a role to play in it, but its up to your discretion to be happy or unhappy. On the other hand when life throws at you failure, its sad, you can learn from it, but reality is that its sad. Somehow fate has a greater grip on giving you obstacles than loop holes. Life gives you more sorrowful incidences that happy ones. Happiness is either too rare, or when one does have it, they are busy wondering when it will be taken away, to truly enjoy it while it lasts. That's why most people seek for happiness all their life and perish, almost never finding it. So ultimately we find that most people are given equal amounts of sadness, Yet we see that some people seem happier that others. Why would that be? Well, the sonnet ends with the answer to that question.

The last two lines to my poem say that though everyone is given equal amounts of doubt and sadness, the difference lies in how much they are loved by their loved ones. For sharing your sorrows with others gives you a wider perspective, and helps you look at the brighter side of things. They help to remind you that the sun will rise tomorrow no matter what. And to let you in on a little secret ( that's not so much of a secret really) the best way to get past the storm is to be positive. And your loved ones help you do just that.