While i was climbing the slope as part of my running, i suddenly felt strong, cold rush of wind on my face. My first reaction was of anger as if the world is conspiring against me to oppose me to run.
However, on second thought, i felt embarrassed at myself, that instead of enjoying the cold breeze, i am criticizing it. On subsequent trips (next rounds) to the slope, when the wind touched me, i embraced it, like a girlfriend. The touch was soft and quite refreshing and to an extent quite rejuvenating. It took away all the tiredness that i had.
This made me realise, whether i criticize things before giving them a chance, or do i open myself to other ideas that might be favorable to me. May be not...!!! May be the wind was to open my eyes to my inner world.
