Sometimes I don’t need big reasons to shed tears, just a
little pinch and I am unstoppable. As far as I remember myself, it has always
been that way, I could be hurt with a single word (not even a complete
sentence). As a kid I was always told that I was morose and I believed it to be
true until recently when I discovered ‘you are what you think you are’ and I
replaced ‘being morose’ with ‘being sensitive’.
I am not sure how many would get it, there are some people
with whom we get really comfortable, to the extent that the child in us could
dare to reveal itself! What if those people didn’t react to our childlike mannerism
and instead termed it childish. It would be like thrashing that child mentally;
which would eventually suppress his craving for being cosseted. Probably it was
always suppressed, even when this person was actually a child and so he always
felt being love deprived no matter how good several other things were.
So the probable solution is to train the mind to appreciate
the brighter side of life and smile at the dimmer side. Accept the fact that together
the two balance our world so they need to coexist. An even advanced level of maturity would be
to treat bright and dim alike and not being affected by either... to overcome
the duality of nature (we’ll leave this philosophy for some other post.)
Also people who get hurt soon become happy sooner (a broad
grin even from a stranger can lighten their day); fortunately sensitivity is
not a biased peculiarity!
Just shift focus and life is beautiful already :)!!
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