If one were to ask me what happiness is and where and how one could obtain it, I will but only say it lies within that special depth in our heart. Most people would attribute their source of happiness to one object or persons. You can’t really blame them for doing such nor applaud them for it. It’s a long ancient norm that has prevented us from achieving life’s greatest goal, which is, true happiness.
Everyone need or want this or that!
Some people want love and because they can’t find that love every other thing in life is but nothing to them. Because of the lack of love, their heart created a wall against every other beautiful thing that life has to offer. Believe you me; it would be against nature for everyone to love and be loved. Am sorry to say that but it’s the bitter truth. When we lose love we should not live our life depending on something that would never last forever. Nothing was ever made to be so except the one who created and made everything to be as it is.
From the view of various people, believe me this doesn’t concern tribe, religion or race. It is a worldwide already broaden trait that is extremely contagious and permanently persistent, that one might believe it is an innate feeling.
Being happy is indispensable to human lives, but how do we safeguard it?
How do we cultivate it?
How do we deal with it?
It is a sorry thing that one’s happiness depends on material things or temporary human relations. Simply put if you cannot find any reason to be happy when you lack things, be rest assured that the happiness which such thing brings comes with an expiry date!
You might ask how, well as humans, our needs and wants for things grow every day, the more we get the more we want and when the time comes for our needs to be short in supply, we fall into depression and anxiety. We tell ourselves that without any of these possessions we are worthless and we degrade ourselves to the level of the unfortunates, and that exactly is where the problem lies.
In my world, I do not know about yours, I do not believe that anyone could fall into the ‘unfortunate’ category. Every stage of human life hardship or success is a part of the long extraordinary script of destiny, the truth which lies therein is that fight dirty or clean, the spot at which you are right now is exactly where you are supposed to be. Our actions may tend to either hasten or slowdown fate, but whatever the plot of your life entails must come to pass eventually.
Someone talked about learning to let go of our inner demons, no, for me, I suggest you do not let go of them, embrace them and show them you know where your downfalls and mistakes lie, but you will not let it dictate to you about how to live, love and be happy.
Acknowledging ones faults are the greatest ways to experience joy, talk to closest friends, listen to people a lot, even in times of arguments, ensure to focus on the tone of their voice, and explain kindly that they have hurt you. If they apologize, accept the apology and move on, if you are at fault apologize quickly and do not repeat similar actions.
Life becomes hard when we focus and concentrate on the dark sides. Study the darkness and seek an antidote, if there isn’t anyone available, then chase the light and eventually, the light will embrace you.
Stay happy and positive always, for THERE’S ALWAYS SOMEONE HAVING IT WORSE THAN YOU MIGHT THINK. PRAY FOR YOURSELF AND PRAY FOR OTHERS TOO.
Today I want to write on something very delicate, something I know one day I will surely account for. But what can I do? I am just a helpless soul seeking for answers.
For those who may end up misunderstanding this after reading it, I want to make it clear that I am a full believer of God in all ramifications. Both the body and soul of mine is devoted to the service of God.
That aside, recently the way I see the world makes me think I am either losing or might lose soon. I don’t know what kind of game it is but I’m pretty sure it is a game.
You know if you are a devoted Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Hindu, or any faith, you must have been briefed on all rulings concerning your dealings in life. Rules like no drinking, no sex before marriage, no smoking and other form of social, moral and religious vices.
Without dawdling, let me go straight to the point; I am just a poor young man looking for answers, and I will be wrong to say God has betrayed me. In short it is blasphemy to say such a thing as a believer because He, God plans better than all of us and that’s what we believe.
A poor little thing as I am, who does not smoke, drink nor womanize, I mean I don’t partake in all those moral vices maybe because of the fear of eternal punishment from God and that fear has no doubt trapped me in the thoughts of whether I am deceiving myself or someone else is!
At times I would sit under the tree at the back of my house and the thoughts that would make me think of myself as either a saint or something of the likes would run riot through my head. Who would blame? You? or someone somewhere? I don’t think someone would.
I have no achievement, no money, no fames yet those rules I follows says it was the way to attaining the fame, wealth and achievements.
I know and I have few friends who drinks, smoke and who can not stay a day without sleeping with different girls. He does everything and doesn’t care about rules. In spite of all these, He is famous, rich, and enjoying a flamboyant life that I do not have. He does not care about these rules that I have imprisoned myself with and everything is moving smooth for him.
This makes me helpless and I begin to ask myself “what if we are wrong” I mean what if I am wrong? What if one dies tomorrow and finds out there isn’t God at all and that everything was man made? Does it mean such person like me has lost?
Ok let’s look at it the other way; what if one die tomorrow and there is that God? By then it will be too late for such person like my friend who doesn’t care about His existence.
“it is better to live and believe there is God and die and find out there isn’t than to live believing there isn’t a God only to find out there is after death’’.
This is so because we need to ask ourselves the question “what if I am wrong?” A good business man should take a risk that has little or no risk at all and believe you me; there isn’t a business worth transacting like the business of life.
A SPEECH GIVEN BY SHAH RUKH KHAN IN THE MOVIE “BILLU BARBER”
I’ve been told to give some direction to the children here.
Direction? It is a big word.
Forgive me, madam principal. I can’t. It’s too hard.
But I’d like to say one thing to my little friends.
Children, the days of childhood are the most beautiful and best days of your life.
Chunni, sitting over there would say that she has broken her tooth and it’s paining.
Or Bunty over here would say that his teacher had given him a sound beating.
Some kids are afraid of exams.
Those days are beautiful.
The most beautiful days
Yes, children. I want to assure you these are the most beautiful days.
Because Bunty, when you grow up and you have a beard like this gentleman (pointing at a man close by)
And Chunni, when you become a pilot and you are worried about flying a plane.
Then you would yearn for these days. But you will never get back these days and these moments.
Today, you’re heart is pure.
It is pure.
The relationships you form now.
The friends you make you’ll never ever make such friends and relationships ever in life. Looking at you, reminded me of my childhood. You have good clothes, good books to read and good food.
Maybe you won’t believe me but in my childhood I had none of these things.
My childhood was very ordinary and simple. I was not the film star Sahir, but just Sahir.
My father was very poor
We had nothing
But in everyone’s childhood there is someone who makes a definite impression on us.
He becomes a partner in our mischief and shares our troubles.
He’s our friend and companion.
I had a companion who was just like that.
The blessing of my God
Billu, my friend
I still remember, during our lunch-break children used to eat from their lunch-boxes.
I just used to drink water
It was Billu who used to pat my back and give me his lunch
My hair was as long as a girls’.
But I didn’t have money to cut them.
It was Billu who cut my hair when his father was not in his shop.
Billu…. My friend
When I used to be sad thinking about my mother he used to steal money from his father and take me to watch movies
He was Billu
While returning home, he used to get me to mimic characters from movies by promising to buy roasted
Groundnuts for me
Those evening and those lanes Billu had brought out the actor in me
I didn’t have as much faith in myself as Billu had in me.
One day he sold his gold earring and bought me a ticket to Mumbai.
He kept the rest of his money in my shirt-pocket.
I held his hand and told him that
I would return the money.
He told be that I didn’t have to return it.
I should help the needy with it and remember him when I did.
Then I came to fast-paced Mumbai.
I became Sahir, the film star in no time.
I went back to my village to find him, but I couldn’t find him.
Someone told me that he had fallen in love with a girl who didn’t belong to his caste.
The villagers were against them so they ran away in fear of their lives.
They left the village.
I would like to tell you the truth.
I have everything name, fame, all because of him.
Wherever I go, millions of people flock. They call out my name.
The air is filled with cries of my name. But even today amongst those millions of voices I search for only one voice
The voice of my friend, Billu
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