It's very subjective.
The world looks exactly like how we wanted to see it. It's something I never doubted, and believed the moment I learned of this concept.
Don't you agree that when we feel happy and at ease, everything runs smoother? Even a piece of shit looks pretty. No joke.
But when your heart is at the wrong emotion, the wrong place, the wrong mood, that's it, even a simple general statement can negatively affect your judgement easily.
Therefore you see, monks don't really get upset that often, if they ever do. They look at things with a wider perspective, they sit further back in the cinema, they look at things without involving themselves into it, and I think, this action is important when we wanted to clear our head, or got too busy, or just too upset about something.
It's a good skill to be mastered, be perfected. When we steer clear of all the little things cluttering all around in our head, we can appreciate the beauty of the seemingly unimportant small little things around us, those that we've took for granted. Family, friends, the sun, the sky, nature, music, everything. Why is it that people will only realize how grateful should they be when those things are gone?
Why is it that some of us can be poor but happy? Why is it that, despite all the negative issues we read each day in the newspaper, some of us can still learn to trust others other than own family? Why is it that some people can just commit suicide over some trivial matters? Is there really no other way out?
No money? So what? I'll earn some.
No family? So what? Friends will be your new family.
No friends? So what? I'll make some. There're people all around you.
No hope? Take a break, and let time wash things over.
Change the perspectives.
I don't believe there is anything (most of them) that time can't solve. Especially for highly volatile human related matters.
Life is too short for anything. It's really funny to me when I see some people just rush life over especially those of us who're incredibly workaholic.
Damn. The thought of soul-searching creeps up to the back of my mind again. Lol.
Yvonne..
The world looks exactly like how we wanted to see it. It's something I never doubted, and believed the moment I learned of this concept.
Don't you agree that when we feel happy and at ease, everything runs smoother? Even a piece of shit looks pretty. No joke.
But when your heart is at the wrong emotion, the wrong place, the wrong mood, that's it, even a simple general statement can negatively affect your judgement easily.
Therefore you see, monks don't really get upset that often, if they ever do. They look at things with a wider perspective, they sit further back in the cinema, they look at things without involving themselves into it, and I think, this action is important when we wanted to clear our head, or got too busy, or just too upset about something.
It's a good skill to be mastered, be perfected. When we steer clear of all the little things cluttering all around in our head, we can appreciate the beauty of the seemingly unimportant small little things around us, those that we've took for granted. Family, friends, the sun, the sky, nature, music, everything. Why is it that people will only realize how grateful should they be when those things are gone?
Why is it that some of us can be poor but happy? Why is it that, despite all the negative issues we read each day in the newspaper, some of us can still learn to trust others other than own family? Why is it that some people can just commit suicide over some trivial matters? Is there really no other way out?
No money? So what? I'll earn some.
No family? So what? Friends will be your new family.
No friends? So what? I'll make some. There're people all around you.
No hope? Take a break, and let time wash things over.
Change the perspectives.
I don't believe there is anything (most of them) that time can't solve. Especially for highly volatile human related matters.
Life is too short for anything. It's really funny to me when I see some people just rush life over especially those of us who're incredibly workaholic.
Damn. The thought of soul-searching creeps up to the back of my mind again. Lol.
Yvonne..
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