This idiom has not surfaced in my consciousness for years, till yesterday.
My friend G and I were having lunch in a Japanese restaurant after a client call. I looked through the glass panel and saw rain pelting the road. Ahh . . . I never felt so divine!
I've always loved rain—as an innocent child and now as a wise (okay, atrophied) woman. “Oh, I wish it would keep raining,” I thought aloud. The sound of rain on the roof is my lullaby.
“Ugh!” G grimaced. “Rain is out and out noise; it keeps me awake at night so I turn on the air-conditioner.”
I pondered the things that I love, which other people hate; and the other way around.
Snakes unnerve me; they are kept as pets by a friend.
Movie stars love crowds; writers relish solitude.
Most men read the headlines; most women read the fine prints.
Some people drink coffee to sleep; I drink coffee to stay awake.
My sons love wasabi; this Ilocana prefers bagoong.
JB bites into a shrimp and breaks out into a rash; Tony gobbles up half a kilo and feels heavenly.
There are artists, and there are scientists. There are monks, and there are politicians. There are dreamers, and there are doers. There are misers, and there are altruists. There are those who love fame, and there are those who loathe it.
Ahh . . . ; ugh!
Differences encircle us. In preferences, opinions, practices, and nutritional needs, we are a varied lot. God saw to that.
Remember the Tower of Babel? People then spoke the same language and attempted to build a temple into heaven, wanting to be like God. The Lord didn't like the direction they were taking so He made them speak in different languages. Mankind was dispersed across the earth.
This is who we are, where we are, and so we must revel in diversity, and try—really try hard—to live in unity (although this is too big an order we can never resolve till the end of time).
Someone out there, when the sky pours, will always ask, “How can anyone love rain?”
And someone like me will always ask back, “How can anyone not?”
Each man's taste for himself, and God's grace for us all.
8 comments:
I love rain, but hate floods. But young kids love floods and even swim in them.All sorts, that's what we all are, and isn't life more colorful and surprising because we are each one different. A toast to diversity! Yey!
While writing this blog, I was thinking -- what if all of us spoke the same language, thought in the same manner, and had the same taste? Naaaah.
Life will be extremely boring, ms. G! Haha! I believe that God created us differently so that He can show us that if there are 6 billion people existing on earth, then there are 6 billion existing ways to worship God.
Just like what my grandma used to say when I prayed it doesn't rain so we could play outside. She said that there were more farmers who prayed for rain to water their rice fields and crops. - G
God answer, Ryan!
I agree with your grandma, "Anonymous." It is usually not a good idea to pray for something that will only benefit us. Thank you for visiting!
So true. I guess other people will never understand why I don't like marshmallows and I'll never understand why a lot of people do. Kanya-kanyang taste buds lang yan. :D
Yes, our Creator loves variety! No two people on earth are exactly alike, not even twins.
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