A Look @ Reality

The healer

2011-11-02T10:41:00.001-07:00

You wouldn’t learn the art of healing a wound unless the fleshseared was your own.

Forgotten kindness

2011-10-28T11:09:00.001-07:00

Sadly people have forgotten to even acknowledge kindness nowadays far from repaying it.

In favor of Psychotherapy

2011-04-03T10:31:00.001-07:00

Psychotherapy is for crazy people particularly those who see invisible objects or hear strange voices or maybe the severely depressed, wrathful, anorexic, drug addicts or suicidal ones & of course it all those social taboos that we haven’t grown out of despite modernization or education. I, come from a well educated, wealthy family, got the looks, had the finest education possible in this country & have a decent stable job. I am single by choice & am a writer, poet, palmist & photographer by interest but a doctor as a professional & looked up to by dozens of people. So why should someone like me turn to psychotherapy?

Well, I had started a relationship with someone but couldn’t really understand the prospect. It strikingly lacked the drama of abuse or for that matter even romance. It was just a potential social relationship. The subject was of little importance compared to the actual experience of talking to a professional. I am a friendly person but except a few friends I don’t get personal & due to busy schedules have no time to meet them. Luckily I hit upon the situation at a time I was finding myself in isolation. I lacked interest in talking to anyone, avoided gatherings & parties preferring to stay home to read or play games. Belonging to the intellectual class was also a problem that I felt very secluded by. I felt that people didn’t understand me or my interests so I remained silent.

The first time I went to the therapist I had no clue of how it would turn out but kept my options open & decided to explore. It wasn’t the easiest thing for me to discuss myself intimately with someone new but the empathy, confidence & understanding that I received made me comfortable enough to talk about my concerns & even painful experiences from the past. It was relieving for me to not be judged constantly & for once there was no ‘right or wrong’. She helped me search through my choice of options instead of dictating a direction which helped in boosting confidence.

I was having a lot of indecisive moments in career choices, marriage options & other areas so felt frustrated with not having anything working as per se. I was emotional but equally concerned to learn something that I could use. There was underlying anxiety that started showing up in various forms like diarrhea & chest pain, known as psychosomatic symptoms which are normal when you get into therapy. I already knew that so wasn’t really bothered but was eager to know it’s reason. Nevertheless I was eager to share more of me as she was very supportive & many times assisted in discerning my ideas so they could be better understood. There were times when I felt that it was not going to be helpful but later on when I went back home, I got a lot of inspiration & thoughts. I could find some answers that I wasn’t sure of earlier & it felt very rewarding. Sometimes I thought that I had already said everything but when she asked questions I had to go back into myself & find the solutions. I did & I really began to enjoy sharing most aspects of my life.

I got a lot of insight from the sessions about who I was & the reasons for being the person I had grown into. I discussed my family background & concerns regarding my life & how those decisions affected me. She listened patiently & showed concern giving alternative outcomes to whatever I chose & tried showing both sides of the story so I could grasp the notion & perhaps even make a choice. It was very good to know that someone cared enough to try understanding at that point because I had really not expected anyone to hear me out & even try aiding. The best part of it was that someone was looking at me & speaking to me as the person I really was & not just a doctor or a relative. It gave me a sense of being complete & further more encouraged to share.

As I communicated more, I began to feel like I almost grew wings. I got an immense sense of freedom & felt good in my skin-being the person I was. I literally got excited over my self-discovery & how far my analysis could go. I started delving into regions of the mind that I had never thought of checking. I had been too afraid to learn who I was deep down but someone made me comfortable enough to peek into my soul. I found the words to explain the things I had never understood but really wanted to tell. I got in touch with the person I had rejected long time ago because it couldn’t fit into the cultural themes. I actually embraced the pain I had ignored from past relationships & incorporated it into a segment of myself. I found forgiveness for those who had done me wrong & made peace with everything I had. I actually achieved self-actualization that I had never imagined reaching.

I noticed that my crankiness stemmed from the fact that no one gave me time but once I found a good counselor who showed concern, empathy & interest I found the broken segments of myself from childhood to adult & put them together to feel better. The feeling was unmatchable & gave satisfaction beyond words. The feeling of being accepted without external sources was more than I had ever bargained for. I was a human who deserved to be loved for who I was & not only what I did. I also learnt that I was different from most people but had my own place in the world which was as important as anyone else’s. I accepted pain as part of normal life & didn’t feel shame or weakness in it. Most significantly I learnt that I had the right to live my life & make my choices even if they didn’t conform to societal values.

The greatest gift I got was the companionship of a sincere advisor who taught me to love myself & there on love all those around me.

Contentment

2005-10-11T03:34:00.000-07:00

DO you know the worst enemy of happiness? Greed!
A person who owns a dozen cars, acres of land & a trillion dollars would think he has nothing if he hasn’t got contentment in him.
On the other hand those with enough to survive & manage to save with fulfillment in them will be grateful with what they own.
Contentment is an uncounted blessing. Those without it have a lot but keep craving for more & in order to achieve it get into theft & bribery.
In the process they not only get into unlawful collection but also become victims of health risks.
We’ve already heard of highly ambitious people getting into trafficking & drug abuse. A more common symptom found amongst our fellows is heart diseases, depression & anxiety.
A lesson from this is to work hard for the best & never forget to count your blessings.

Taboo

2005-10-11T01:44:00.000-07:00

Recently either due to declared acceptance or for experimentation purposes a lot of people have started to confess being attracted to their own genders. It is a growing situation. TIMES has given a number of reports on the issue & rather than actual act more adolescents have opted for oral pleasure.

Homosexuality was something unacceptable till 1996 then Allen (Mr.Wrong) was amongst the first women to announce “I am gay!” People who had been in the media since longer like Gregory Peck (To kill a mockingbird) confessed that much later.

In today’s times it’s still a big issue. Imagine you having a son & you’ve watched him grow & you plan his wedding & hope to fill granny’s/grandpa’s shoes; then one day he walks up & says “Mom/dad I’m gay!” It’s a devastating situation.

It’s still not a fully accepted issue & there are been therapies for fixing the sexual orientation but they have little effect.

This is a result of genes as well as nurture. Nowadays women want to stand for their rights. They are more aware of their needs & refuse to be just sexual objects for men to screw. At least that’s what they say!

I ask you, how many of you associate the word ‘beauty’ with men? It seems like the word was created to describe a woman only. Women have become more aware of their looks & try hard to maintain the best possible. Even women have since a long time found other women more beautiful compared to men. It’s now that the whole issue is beginning to head into another direction. If that isn’t the case then they’ve only vocalized something that was always there since ages.

Women feel that they are more fulfilled with someone who understands them. Many people get involved only for trial. It seems to be the ‘in’ thing. Many women are afraid of men & choose another woman’s arms. Many men fear dominant women & prefer their own kind. There may be other reasons behind the actual picture.

Who’s right? I suppose people will support their own beliefs. What about the Nature’s ways? What about human bonding & raising families? What about the future generation? I have two moms & no dad or two dads & no mom, even if cloning gets us that far! Will that ever be accepted? The more we fight for freedom the more we lose each other.

A lady got married & it turned out that her husband was gay. He spent night after night with the boys. When he came home & saw her lying in bed (even clothed) he’d get disgusted. Two years later the mother-in-law told the woman that she was infertile & the lady told her the truth that they hadn’t even made love once! It all ended in a divorce as expected.
This is an Eastern culture story. If situations like this should ever rise it’s better to say things out in private instead of ruining a ‘straight’ person’s life.

Who is ‘straight’? I think there is a mild kookiness in all of us which arises out of an appreciation of beauty rather than it having to do anything with sex! So what’s wrong with a woman admiring another woman’s figure? I don’t see any harm as long as the intentions are of admiration. I may not have all supporters here.

As long as people are happy that’s fine. Everyone’s for themselves on the health issues.
Nothing changes what’s inside. There are those honest ones who blurt it out & the rest carry on their passions without being ostracized. So, don’t lecture or bother changing those who say they are ‘gay being gay’. If that’s what they wanted they knew the options before they chose to be who they are!!

The Latest

2005-03-15T23:38:00.000-08:00

So much gone but the best is yet to come...

I'm waiting for another rainbow to smile on,
I'm searching for another star to wish upon,
I'm looking for another mountian to climb,
I'm questing for another ocean to dive,
I'm awaiting another wind to ride,
I'm standing on the cross-road of my life.

End Of The Love Reign

2005-02-10T15:37:00.000-08:00

You were not for me. Just like no one ever had been. It wasn’t like it was beyond expectation nevertheless it should’ve been painful. Perhaps it sounds far-fetched but it’s the truth. What’s hurt when it becomes a part of life? It’s not a new addition that would bring a change. Being a norm, anything coming is easy to tolerate. What’s disappointment? Please remind me the feeling that I’ve forgotten since some time. You’re gone, so what? Your presence did not make nor left any change. Could it be that after all this time I’ve grown cold? Or is that disposition due to the fact that you put in very little to what we shared? Well in either case it made no difference. It’s good that you didn’t bother much. Why to sacrifice for anyone when everyone’s only working for themselves? I’m glad you did too.

What’s love anyways? When there are other things in this world why to run after what’s so intangible & inconsistent?
There’s money & land to fight for. Why stand around to hold a person’s hand when you could be in the spot-light?
Who’d bother about feelings when there’s power to struggle for? Why to care about other people once you’re getting your stomachs filled & the pockets? Why to raise the voice & disrupt our own chances for the sake of societies?
Why to take all the trouble? Why care about anyone besides the self? Evidently everyone’s doing the job for themselves alone.

There are fools like me who vent their wasted emotions into sordid writings like this, but we feel & we care. In the end only to mope for them & pour our resentment filled hearts into worthless tears. We’re the ones who lie in bed hugging our pillows, praying for dawn to come early. We’re the ones whose waits don’t end. We’re the people who find it hard to breathe & hold ourselves while our celiac plexuses make our bodies ache. We are the ones who provide the warmth & we are the ones who shiver in the cold. That’s the price we pay for being emotional.

All the good love’s gone. Hatred rules the heart now. Those fires keep it warm & going. What’s there to love in this dirty little world? The only love we know is for ourselves. We seek people only for our carnal desires. We use them & throw them like tissue papers. We’re lustful creatures craving power & status & we’ve forgotten the things that had some value. We’ve forgotten the purpose of our creation. We only run after things that’ll earn us glory & fortune. We’ve taken down walls & shed blood of millions in the name of glory. Then we claim to be humans! No matter how much we deny that’s the truth. Had that not been the reason, we’ve all been living quiet lives, unconcerned about what others did-whether that concerns the man-woman affairs or the affairs of the nations.

There’s little room for love when we’ve built castles & fortresses out of antipathy. We’ve divided nations so what’s so big about breaking individuals? Hearts are even smaller entities than that. Teach those foolish souls to forget kindness & good deeds. Tell them to seek pleasure from worldly desires. Most of the people have forgotten what loving was about. There is no future for those who love. Tell them to turn cold. Teach them the art of survival without conscience; those who wish to exist will learn. There’s no place for the others. It’s a cruel world, when you can’t beat them, join them.

Random thought

2005-02-09T15:36:00.000-08:00

If you display your weakness they’ll call you weak & mock
If you cover & try being strong, they’ll bring you down
Its hard being human these days.

The Bermuda In Us

2005-02-07T11:29:00.000-08:00

I suppose there’s a part in all of us where emotions lose their effect. There’s a steely surface where the greatest tragedy hits & disappears like something over the Bermuda Triangle; just vanishes without a trace. It goes beyond sight into a region where there’s no chance of discovery again. Such are we, that we deny that there’s another feeling beyond ours. The mortal pain we so often come across becomes numb. Everything that we’d like for ourselves we fail to give to another. The fires that burn inside us too, we comprehend, yet not care. Even throw holy water & it’ll turn to steam & float away. Consider the simile of the Bermuda triangle where the greatest of vessels quietly vanish from the surface of the earth: no one to state where they end up & those capable of relating the stories cease to exist.

Such is bitterness. The body where it abodes, it dulls! The eyes see, the heart feels, the mind understands yet it doesn’t matter. The hatred flaming inside doesn’t allow a change for the better. It’ll prod to be unleashed & destroy but not heal. There may be some remnants in a good heart to extent himself for the sake of another but it won’t permit. It’ll take over & kill the senses that feel something. It cannot bear the thought of saving another’s soul. “Let them die” you hear it call from within. “Don’t care” it tells you. “Turn & walk away” comes the last command. You obey, as you were meant to follow.A common outcome we all are aware of. We know what it is like, because we’ve been in both the situations. We’ve resented as well as been despised. We’ve all faced situations when we need someone around yet search in vain. Even warm hearts at times can grow cold. The truest of hearts tire of beating for the love unreturned: only to wake one morning & find their insides like frost over a doused candle. There takes over an emptiness that never lived before-a sensation like death within & nothing subsisting anymore. The once wet eyes dried & cold continue the remains of the journey. They see all that pain inside another & simply turn away. Just shrug it off. No one bothered to save them & they’ve come far. They say to let others find their own way out.

The strongest of them will survive; for the others ‘Que sera sera’(what will be will be).

The Human Connection

2005-02-02T21:56:00.000-08:00

At times I wonder about our lives. The way we grow up & how we search for people all our lives; someone we could relate to, someone to understand us & listen when we need to be heard. From the cradle to the rocking chair, we constantly try to find the people who would love & accept us. It’s a miracle that we survive with so many disappointments. There are few fortunate who have their parents to look up to till they can stand on their feet & even fewer who have children who cherish them. For the others it’s a blessing if they find love to get them through life. It’s strange how we continue looking in places for a pair of kind eyes everywhere we seek. There are those who stumble & there are many; but we still return to the same lands to find something different. We continue to believe that the next time would be better. We run out of one arms only to return into them (or at least try to) or some that are similar to them. We take the greatest pain only to be accepted & tolerated by those we love. We forget that we too have something individual but we’re ready to make sacrifices. We’re willing to recreate ourselves into what our beloved would like us to be. We’re willing to handle the hurdles & walk miles only to be held in the comfort of the arms we adore. The human touch that heals & gives life is such an important factor keeping us alive. It’s what makes us pray at night for the beloved & give up ourselves for the betterment of families & societies.

THE codes of Life...My Style

2005-01-27T01:46:00.000-08:00

These are the statements that work in life no matter what:

"Life's Like that!"
"Who knows! who cares!"
"Life goes on..."
Que Sera Sera(what will be will be) ..my favourite one
"To hell with it!"

The Reunion

2005-01-20T16:19:00.000-08:00

We met after many years, at least as a group. We had grown or believed ourselves to. Time had brought the deserved changes. Of course the tides of time had swept us into the places we were meant to be. I had never really fit but thought that maybe age might’ve brought wisdom. Much to my dismay they were all the same. They hadn’t grown up but I surely changed. Once I avoided superficial dating topics but found myself being dragged into them once again. The same old stories more boring than Harry met Sally went on & on. I listened with curiosity. I hadn’t really bothered about all that but the reason might’ve been that I was never included. Now it was weird. Years marched on & the people once with simple crushes were now mothers, wives & fiancés. A simple truth but was difficult to digest at once. I felt odd. I felt so old being in the company & strangely young at the same time. I felt old knowing that what we considered as “grown up” parts of life were a part of our lives now. At one time it’d seemed somewhat far-fetched to be getting engaged or the like. It never really dawned on us that the time would come by so soon. We’d just been getting along the course of our lives; some had finished with secondary education & made commitments while the rest of us were struggling with graduation. Mostly everyone was wrapping up & getting ready to make leaps into the “marriage” period next.
I somehow still held the same views I had years ago. I loved being single. I had none of the responsibilities they were entitled to. I shared none of their worries. I was free. In another place with my other friends, I felt invincible. I didn’t even have the thoughts of all that. I was free to laugh & jump & didn’t need to think of a husband or child at home. My life was just my world. It seemed so much of a blessing when encountered with tied up people. I know matrimony has its own joys but I preferred my life any day. I had my career to think of. I wanted a solid base before I made myself responsible for any one else’s life. I knew that their kind of life would dawn on me too someday but it made me more grateful for my present.
Nevertheless it was a pleasant experience to know that we’d come farther than where we’d left each other last. It was a nice time to recall the old days we’d spent together. The petty issues we’d once thought were big we could now discuss with complete detachment but a light spirit. We shared some good laughs. We remembered the people we’d encountered with admiration (& well face it, some with mockery). The old folks, crazy tales, hilarious curriculums & old friends were discussed with fervor. It was a good opportunity to reflect the other people in our lives. I was grateful for the company I’d kept. Overall it was a good experience & it was nice to know that we were all on the journey of becoming grown ups sooner or later. Cheers to youth!!

Diary Of An Anorexic

2005-01-08T14:46:00.000-08:00

Dear diary
Never thought that what happens to other girls could even happen to me. Appearance had never mattered to me before. All my life I was over-weight, yet satisfied. I hated to be told to lose any pounds even though within I did wish that I was slim. Genetic make-up was such that it was in the family to be obese. It was a great dream to be smart one-day but never at the price of giving up food. I was a food-lover & ate everything that came in the house. I couldn’t imagine skipping meals, despite snacking all day. Oil or sweet never bothered as long as the food was tasty. French fries were my life. It was the first food I perfected in preparing. I could eat as many as you could provide. Wasn’t too fond of sweet nevertheless didn’t mind ice-cream & chocolates at any time but generally I was choosy about them.
Then came one day, I thought that being inactive was becoming too much of a burden. Moving around became a major task. Legs seemed to be giving up carrying the weight & I decided that it was time to get active. All that I wanted to do was to get into a habit of exercising & become fit. There was no danger expected in a small healthy program like that.
It started with activity & I began to feel better. Gradually as the weight started to drop, it encouraged to lose more so cut on the fatty food & began increasing the exercise. I stopped snacking, gave up oily food & even began to skip dinners. I wasn’t starving myself then. I had a huge amount of food during the day which kept me fuelled for the rest of the evening & instead of meal had milk at night.
Time slowly progressed & one-by-one I started giving up all the foods I once adored just so the weighing machine needle would stop a few digits behind the last reading. Over a period of 22 months, I was nearly 46lbs lighter & felt great. I had loads of energy & lots of smiles to give away.
As time moved on I didn’t feel so great after all. I was giving up on all the foods except meat. I knew carbohydrates contained too much energy so preferred not to have any. Brain signals were ignored. Winter dawned long before time. Head felt heavy all the time. Temperature remained lower than normal & vision blurred once in a while. Lethargy took over & all I wanted to do was to sleep. Inspite of twelve hours of dozing I could still fall asleep within minutes. Nothing was tempting anymore. Food was revolting, so was exercise; but couldn’t leave it out of the fear of gaining weight. Occasional steps out of line were ignored-termed as lethargy. A couple of cramps here & there were waved away with the hand. Why bother! I knew I was anorexic but I wanted no help. I knew I wasn’t well but wanted no one to know. Gaining even a gram was the greatest fear. I’d have preferred to be sick than to be fat ever again.
Oil was another fear. Anything fried first had to be wiped with tissues before consumption. Mayonnaise, cream & sugar were out of question. Even a doctor’s prescription wouldn’t have made me eat them. A big “NO” to fried food, rice & even diary products at the end. I was happily surviving on boiled/baked white meat & vegetables.
This not only disrupted my family meals but also forced me to avoid social gatherings out of the fear of being watched not eating or being insisted to eat. I really didn’t want anyone to tell me that I looked under-fed even though I knew that. I kept my work-out hours a secret. I was exercising nearly 3 hours in a day without break. I knew if anyone knew they’d prevent me from doing it. Those work-outs were heavy exercises too.
My story didn’t end there. The excessive weight loss led me to have hypothyroidism-under activity of the thyroid gland, which made it hard for me to function normally. The hormones produced by the gland control all the body functions including weight & metabolism. It disrupted my entire system & made it harder to keep my weight down. My blood pressure stayed under 90/60 & blood glucose was much lower than normal too. It was a warning sign. I knew I’d to get my life in place before I’d die. I started forcing myself to indulge in fried & cheese & tried to fix my diet to normal as much as possible. It was a hard job but definitely one that couldn’t be delayed or ignored. So here I am now, no more dieting like crazy. I’m proud of myself for recovering from being an anorexic but have turned into a bulimic now…

The Charming Body

2004-12-18T06:37:00.000-08:00

Since childhood I’ve been nearly hypnotized by the way the body moves. I remember myself watching the maid sweep leaves & rubbish from the school ground. Even if I wanted to turn my eyes & focus on my friends, I couldn’t. When the whole ground was cleared I felt something satisfied within myself.
Another fascination of mine since younger years has been dancing. I dare not regard myself anything close to even an amateur at that art, but I’d eyes for it (even love for it since I was a kid). I’d always imagined myself to grow up & perform well but turned out to be completely contrary. I was pathetic! Nevertheless my eyes would glue to the fine movements made by the couples while dancing in the rink on ice-skates or on the ballroom floor. It took years before I realized how intently I watched the feet of any dancer. I got the revelation while watching Gene Kelly tap-dance along with Frank Sinatra. I carefully watched his feet move & was awed by every step. That’s how I learnt that I was fascinated by graceful movements.
As time marched on I felt myself being attracted to several other activities as well. My love for body gestures didn’t end on dancing. I was equally mesmerized by the activity of the artist. I could just keep watching as the hand gracefully sketched lines. The elegant motion of the hand could hold my attention for hours on end. The same movement adopted while writing received a similar response.
I could barely decipher the magic. Being a medical student I label it as an admiration for muscle contraction. I stand my point by also being a sports-lover. I enjoy observing players at squash or swimming. The movement of the flesh as the muscles roll had always been exciting. The mere imagination of raw muscles enthralled me.
The feeling was deep as far as the art work was concerned. The surveillance of which gave a soft, relaxing feeling. The twist of the wrist, the delicate way of holding the brush or pencil creating the smooth strokes always stirred a pure sensation & the best part of it was that it produced beautiful work. The satisfaction of the consequences of attractive action was more encouraging to actually continue the hobby.
On the other hand with sports-love it was mildly aggression & mostly the competitive thrill. It awakened the wilder side & channeled the deeper emotions into healthy areas rather than destruction.
I suppose it was the conflicting nature of self. In any case it was just wonderful to be stirred by the sensations. Considering the wide range of emotions aroused, it was more welcoming to be lost in the spell brewed by the artists. Their world was totally different. It was always absorbing to watch them gather from the mists & turn their inchoate ideas, through their bodies into lovely patterns that remained to entertain millions for many years to come.

Sucess In New Perspective

2004-12-18T06:35:00.000-08:00

Success is rather a relative term. Who would you categorize as a “successful” person? The general opinion is that a person who acclaims social & financial achievement is successful. Bill Gates is an example. That’s irrespective of how many people’s life he has destroyed or how many of his family members are suffering or how terrible he is to his colleagues. He has nevertheless become an icon to the world. In that respect, a common housewife who maintains her house, attends the guests in the most hospitable way, makes sure each person is in best possible form has no place in the “successful” category. No one would actually acknowledge her efforts. No one would even bother to notice that her job requires more effort, self-control, dedication & consistency. To any onlooker it’s her duty. Everyone would take her for granted, simply because she doesn’t get paid. She’d do all the chores, rear the kids, clean the house, and improve her relations but it would have no meaning to anyone. Now if she was paid for each separately on hourly basis she’d be earning a lot more than CEO of a good company.

How do you define success now? People who’re doing well in their respective jobs? I would agree to label everyone according to this definition. It gives everyone an equal opportunity to feel a sense of achievement. After all it’s not that all of us could become neither programmers nor head of the state. Most of us make a reasonable contribution to our surrounding whether by cleaning the clogged gutters, stitching clothes or by making a delightful meal at home. It hardly ever comes to anyone’s notice that each person of the society has a role to play that needs to be performed. Just imagine if there was no plumber, most of us wouldn’t be able to use water in the bathroom. Now consider a good plumber & a new person in the job. One would identify & repair the problem within a short time while the other would waste time & other resources even if completes the job. The first person is an example of someone well in his field which makes him successful even if his name doesn’t come in the newspaper.

Well paid jobs allow people to be acknowledged by others, so the chances of a good dentist are higher to appear in newspaper columns or become grapevine compared to a good carpenter or a tailor. Large scale projects have higher chances of success & recognition while small shops do get a good clientele but remain in the background generally. That doesn’t include businesses that grew from small shops to franchises. That surely requires a lot of effort, practicality & a mind set to keep reaching higher. Not all of us are capable of that & those who’ve done it deserve the applause but that doesn’t give reason to belittle those who work to their best too but don’t get that high. We all are born with our own limitations. Many of us have been blessed with practical along with creative talents but don’t get recognized beyond our friends & family. Some of us are lucky enough to become national heroes & celebrities even though a quiet poet in some dark corner could do a finer job than those earning millions for writing crap. I suppose they call it “luck”. Still they put in effort so that should be appreciated.

A successful life is one that’d been well spent. That goes in regard to benefiting other people as well as fulfilling one’s own dreams. Humans were made socially dependent & everyone has the same needs even if to different degrees. We all need love & appreciation just the way we need food & clothing. There’re no exceptions in that regard. Besides that all of us need a balance between mental and physical occupation. When that becomes unbalanced it leads to physiological as well as psychological illnesses. Keeping that in mind we all also need to give a part of ourselves to complete another’s life. Nature teaches us that from the creation of a child that continues into charity & hospital work. The service of humanity gives us peace of mind from fostering our families, reading a book to a blind child to washing dishes in the neighborhood. We all are needed in the professions we acquire.

It’s not important to become famous & consider anyone successful, we all could all work hard & improve other people’s lives. People like Napoleon or Gandhi started with their own interests & went on to change the course of nations. History remains of importance but new heroes are being born everyday. We have heroes around & within us, only if we seek. Popular people only inspire us to aim higher. They are pure flesh & blood as well but only with higher ambitions & loads of more luck. They are one of us. Loads of people have made their mark. There’ll be more who will continue to do so. We all could do something to make our lives better & heal other people along the way. So whether it’s the CEO, doctor, manager, salesman, plumber, judge, housewife or the maid as long as they’ve done a good job with dedication & satisfaction they’ve achieved the purpose of their lives which makes them successful.

Valuable Entities

2004-12-17T01:06:00.000-08:00

I realized that not all thigns in life need to be tagged. I was that kind of person who felt that I'd have to stand & prove myself in every walk of life, including family matters. I admit my mistake now. Not everything needs to be proved to be acceptable. Somethings have been made to be appreciated for what they are like family. Where love can build as well as cure, it doesn't need to be judged or tested. It only requires patience & nurturing. Its really the only thing we're running for all our life.