How true is this saying?

I have given this title on a very emotive and personal issue cryptically and, I think, creatively. I am hoping that the personal thoughts shared throughout the rest of this post does raise similar thoughts, whether agreeing with what I am sharing, or whether there is some debate about it. It should resonate well with those who consider themselves believers and strive to lead faith-based lives. In the interest of all those who are different from one another, I will not be referring to one specific religion, denomination or sect. Well, at least I will be trying not to.

Anyway, this thought occurred to me earlier today. Most of you, I am sure, have heard of it somewhere before. It could also be worded differently in places, but the meaning, I think, or the intentional meaning, remains the same. It goes like this; God helps those who help themselves. There you have it. It is quite a stark statement to be making, particularly when it is aimed at those who continue to experience difficulties in their lives. I have experienced this feeling too. In recent times, not that I have ever been religious, I could not stop praying.

And I kept on praying, over and over for the same things, over and over again. It had to do mostly with a work-life crisis and financial issues which seemed to continue to worsen in spite of all the prayers I had been offering up. I made things worse for myself by giving up on efforts to nip immediate problems in the bud. Like formally saying good bye to a difficult client who also just happened to not be paying me on time.

Soft-hearted towards clients such as the one I alluded to, I also became more weak-willed in personal areas of my life. And the more I allowed myself to stagnate, the worse I felt and the more difficult it became for me to deal with my issues. Well, there is no easy way to say this, but that saying I gave you earlier on; I think it is true. But it is a problematic one, nevertheless. I have noticed how confident and aloof to life’s curve-balls so-called non-believers are.

Needless to say, they don’t have space in their busy schedules for personal prayer. But what they do do is simply get on with things. They are resilient and sometimes even persistent (with others) when they feel compelled to be so. Now, I am sure that some of you may disagree. Good for you, I suppose. Because believers with loads of faith in the One they bow their heads to and in themselves pretty much manage to keep their heads above the water.

Therein lies one clue for me, I suppose. It is a hereditary problem I just have to deal with. I am prone to a lack of self-confidence and tend towards too much negativity when things don’t seem to be going my way. In a nutshell, I lack faith. Let me use this real life (personal) scenario to show you what I mean and how I felt, and then how I eventually managed to overcome my short-lived but unnecessary grief. Things have not been going my way that much is true. But I made progress with this particular day by taking to heart this famous serenity prayer.

I lay unsuccessfully in bed, praying mindlessly, tossing and turning and unable to get myself to sleep. So, needless to say, I gave up on this impractical exercise of basically just giving up (on life). You know, my work schedules had pretty much been wrapped up for the week. What was freaking me out was the possibility that I may not be able to reach my targets (all bosh, as it turns out) by the end of this week and the month.

I had to go to the shop anyhow, so during the process, I accepted my fate, gave it all up, if you will, and took a slowish walk around the mall, deep in my serene thoughts. By the time I was back at my desk, I was back to my best, well, basically doing the best that I can.