When we talk about forgiveness it is very important for all of us . When you don’t forgive someone, you are not hurting your beliefs, you are not hurting the company that did you wrong, you are hurting yourself.
In fact, Forgiveness is the first chapter in the book of wisdom. Everyone should have the ability to forgive. Learning to forgive doesn’t mean you’ll never stand up for yourself, it doesn’t mean you’ll let others hurt you. You are simply telling them how you feel. Forgiveness is, one of the secrets for a long and fruitful life. Forgiveness is not devine it’s simply a feeling that helps you tap into the inner bliss of universal positivity.
The human book initiative is indeed an incredible concept and I am really flattered on being on their shelves. I had the most awesome time being a book.
Never did I thought that people will actually like talking to me. All my life strangers have always judged me before even talking to me. In fact, all the while sitting there and waiting for readers to arrive, I was dreadfully mortified with the thought that no one would even sign up to talk to me. I actually confined those thoughts in my blog post titled “This World”.
It’s was amazing to interact with those 5 young and energetic “GEN-Y” girls. We talked about life, religion, spirituality, movies, books, and pop-culture. Since, I am very bad with names, so sorry on not jotting down those here. But I do remember that one line “Give Love, Take Love” it indeed was witty and powerful. I loved their enthusiasm and outlook towards the world as well as life. Their optimism and conviction really struck me with awe.
Even though I have almost crossed a threshold in life’s book, I still I have pages to go, even if God has other plans for me [really looking forward to beating him again at the 40th birthday]. Occasional interactions with such good souls really make those pages to look forward to.
I have a very pessimistic view of the world, yet a very optimistic view on life. I love those who take life as an experience rather than as a mere struggle.</p
In my opinion life and death are lovers and they long of each other. You see, what ever life sends to death as it’s token of love it keeps it forever clinging to it. Their love is the greatest story yet no one really talks about it. In fact, people are so fearful of death that, they spend life trying to circumnavigate this eventuality yet never living their lives fully. It’s the journey that matters not the destination. So, yeah I am, looking for the next trekking expedition with human library into the valleys of life.
Lastly, I hope I didn’t bore anyone during the reading that day. Thanks Vignesh for introducing me to this initiative and also for those adorning words in your post. I really admire you and I believe you should also be a human book I love your empathy and unadulterated courage in helping others. Last but not least, thanks, Hasti Raval for publishing me.
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I watched as the clouds rolled away,
I watched as the birds flew chasing them;
And, I watched as the world hustled on indifferently.
I watched as the rain fell towards the earth,
I watched as the earth quenched its thirst from the rain;
And, I watched as the world carried on.
I watched as the sun went below the horizon,
I watched as the horizon embraced the sun;
And, I watched as the world embraced the darkness.
I watched as the light pierced the darkness,
I watched as the darkness surrendered to the light;
And, I watched as the world turn its eyes on this serenity.
And I watched …….
Be humble to your present, modest about your past but always, always be hopeful of future. Being alive itself is worthwhile, so why bother with the charade of the perpetual motion of the social or religious norms. Just respect what you have today and aim to maintain the same if for some reason you are unable to add-on to it. People say life is a gift but i have always believed it’s lottery. Be thankful to the tide of time for it has brought you to the shore in-spite of the entire universe conspiring against it.
It doesn’t matter whose skeleton sits on the throne because one victory doesn’t make you a conqueror. As, dharmic philosophy says “glory is only once but karma is forever.” So, to make life worthwhile to live try to conquer your fears and conjure courage to undertake deeds not for glory but to quench cosmic karma.
Don’t you feel that even though we say it’s a beautiful world but there is too much prejudice, too much pride and too much attitude out there? I feel that the entire world is insecure and, these insecurities are driving them to the fringes of insanity.
Don’t know why the world holds this odd belief, that it can determine people’s lives and has some sort of control over them. That it can determine their future, choose their spouses, pick professions and influence decisions that shape the course of their lives.
How can it blatantly overlook free-will or perhaps the force more powerful than free-will, the unconscious?
Why doesn’t It realize this simple truth that underneath these suites, behind closed doors everyone is essentially ruled by the same desires? Desires that are raw and dark and deeply shameful.
Why does it fails to comprehend the truth that people are never really who they say they are, hidden underneath there’s always a secret.
Why does it forgets to account for the fact that every one of us is in pursuit of some larger meaning, and we all are just figuring it out? Why hasn’t the world realized that when the ritual of life starts there’s “no master or king, everyone is the same”.
Won’t you agree, that the world should answer these questions before posting, their opinions and prejudice?
People say the world has no regard for you until you force it upon them. But in my opinion, one should not be beguiled by this deceptive myth. This world never ignores. No matter what it will always try and judge you, or throw opinions upon you, or out in the open for others to fiddle with.
Even though the world may lure you with a promises to reciprocate your love but more often than not; It is upon us that we take that love back. Someone recently said to me “give love, take love” and somehow this makes perfect sense here.
To be continued…………in the meanwhile, ponder upon this…..
Can anyone elaborate as to why?
The more I look at someone, someone I love, the more I realize that I don’t know them, and probably I should stop looking, but an incorrigible force in spite of deterrence holds me back. Just like when staring at the sun, you know you should stop but it’s the most intense feeling in the whole world that you can’t help but look.