{"id":3533,"date":"2026-02-09T11:37:27","date_gmt":"2026-02-09T11:37:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3533"},"modified":"2026-02-24T13:37:10","modified_gmt":"2026-02-24T13:37:10","slug":"deep-frustrations-and-pain-in-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/deep-frustrations-and-pain-in-life\/","title":{"rendered":"Deep Frustrations and pain in life"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

They say the toast burnt for a reason. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

That moment you stood in the kitchen,
staring at blackened bread,
annoyed,
running late,
wondering why the smallest things
always choose the worst time to fail you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You scrape it, or throw it away,
or make another slice, muttering under your breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But that delay, that small, unwanted pause,
changes everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because maybe the toast that burnt
is the reason you missed the accident at the junction.
The reason you didn\u2019t step into the chaos
that was not meant for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The burnt toast theory says
some delays are protection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That not every inconvenience is an enemy.
That some frustrations are quiet guardians
wearing the clothes of annoyance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It says maybe you were late
because God was early.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Early in rerouting you.
Early in shielding you.
Early in saying,
\u201cNot this road.
Not this time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The toast did not ruin your morning.
It rearranged it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We get angry at the burn marks,
at the missed buses,
at the unanswered calls,
at the doors that refuse to open
no matter how hard we knock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But what if that closed door
saved you from a room
where your peace would have died?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What if that missed opportunity
was actually mercy
disguised as loss?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Burnt toast teaches patience.
It asks us to breathe
before we curse the moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To trust that timing we don\u2019t understand
might be working in our favor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not everything that delays you, is against you.
Some things stand in the way, so danger won\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So next time life burns your toast, pause. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not everything is going wrong. Some things are quietly going right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/1JZuQzbKjK<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The strong Power behind Fire spoken word walkingshadow<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

https:\/\/youtu.be\/N5eScfxWRDk?si=S4yZIlc5-rXF2tZH<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A diamond in the wrong hands is just a stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not because it has lost its worth, but because the hands holding it
do not know how to see it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They throw it on the ground, step on it,
call it ordinary, because they cannot tell the difference
between value and shine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some hands want to use it to hurt, others to show off,
others to trade it for quick pleasure, never knowing
it was meant to last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But place that same diamond in the right hands,
hands that know patience, hands that understand care,
hands that see beyond the surface and suddenly,
it becomes priceless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The diamond did not change. The hands did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So if you have ever felt ignored, mishandled,
or treated like you were nothing, remember this:
you were never a stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You were a diamond waiting for the right hands.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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