Suffering...Sometimes i think suffering is a mental state..it is a matter of choice..one can live life happily if he/she has decided to do so..
some pains are inevitable , completly agree..but retrospect and tell me in past how many things are really sufferable?...how many pains you can really avoided if you have already decided to keep urself away from them? Sometimes I think one cannot blame others for his/her own pain...bcoz it is sign of weekness..you kept urself vulnerable..that is your fault..
All vulnerable species got attacked by stronger one..:-) Darwin's theory..
Two things i want my heart to understand is 1)one who suffered bcoz he opted to do..so stop blaming other..2) basic tendancy of soul is towards happiness..long faces donot make lives..
real nature of human is to keep himself happy. ..that's the reason revolution comes to picture..Human being did progress bcoz they want life more comfortable and happier..
so its not ones real nature to susceptible to suffering or to blame others..on other hand real nature of human to fight against adversities..not to win some emotional sympathies
sometimes man himself njoy his pain..its not circumstances and specific person..he made them reason so can he can njoy his pain..:-)
its a tingling euphoria..:-)
sometimes I think it is matter of outlook..positive and negative..Life is the way u look after it..
melancholy is like termite eats away positive energy..it is contagious..
So my dear heart when u r happy ..u r willing to make others happy..
it is itself a good deed...be happy always..............
3 Comments:
Hey Leena,
nice to see you are still writing! I lke the thingsyou write, I feel you are very much on the same train of thoughts as I am. thanks for your comment also.
Indeed , suffering is often a result of the way of looking at things. But some people don't succeed in seeing the positive. Maybe they shouldn't be blamed for it, but rather helped in seeing that a lot of suffering is caused by their mental state. That is not easy, but if we all try, the world becomes a better place.
Take care!
Avalokiteshvara
hey leena... found you visiting my profile so went to ur's and then there i found this page... saw the blogs... writting one of my originals... Hope you like it...
Tittle - Life….
Life is a game of black and white,
Sitting on a checker board playing day and night,
Black is a challenge and white is fun,
Black is the truth and whites the dream,
Black is the world and whites the soul,
Black is the reality and whites the desire,
Black is the beloved and whites your love,
Black is the vengeance and whites your heart that forgives,
Black is the past (dark and hazy) and whites the present (as blank as new and ever),
Black is the tidal waves in the ocean of love and whites the footprints it washed away,
Black is me and whites my shadow,
Black is the trust (you’ve kept of mine) and whites my trust for you.
Play both with vigor, as life is a run,
The presence of the queen is an enhancement in its own,
The king walked in and took the throne,
We fought as soldiers to save our castle, our dreams, our hopes & Our LOVE,
But not for patience and love it would be one hassle,
Thus life goes on, move by move,
Until death comes in and parts us too…
‘Cause…
Black is my life and whites the dearths of your love…
So come, Oh Lord,
Take this Black skin and leave the whites of my memories…
For someone need to play again,
So come down to the black and clean the board again…
hey leena... found you visiting my profile so went to ur's and then there i found this page... saw the blogs... writting one of my originals... Hope you like it...
Life….
Life is a game of black and white,
Sitting on a checker board playing day and night,
Black is a challenge and white is fun,
Black is the truth and whites the dream,
Black is the world and whites the soul,
Black is the reality and whites the desire,
Black is the beloved and whites your love,
Black is the vengeance and whites your heart that forgives,
Black is the past (dark and hazy) and whites the present (as blank as new and ever),
Black is the tidal waves in the ocean of love and whites the footprints it washed away,
Black is me and whites my shadow,
Black is the trust (you’ve kept of mine) and whites my trust for you.
Play both with vigor, as life is a run,
The presence of the queen is an enhancement in its own,
The king walked in and took the throne,
We fought as soldiers to save our castle, our dreams, our hopes & Our LOVE,
But not for patience and love it would be one hassle,
Thus life goes on, move by move,
Until death comes in and parts us too…
‘Cause…
Black is my life and whites the dearths of your love…
So come, Oh Lord,
Take this Black skin and leave the whites of my memories…
For someone need to play again,
So come down to the black and clean the board again…
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