When did we get so complicated? We must have been born simple, clean.
Let us stop talking about “happiness” for a while. Maybe it’s overrated. I stayed three months in Nepal, in the toughest of conditions. It was all natural to all the people who’ve made their homes my home. “Happiness” was never mentioned, in none of our late night talks under the moon light; singing was, dancing was, drawing and painting were, math even; building a farm somewhere in the high slopes of the Himalayas, mangos and bananas and lemon grass.
When did our lives get so complicated? Nor “satisfaction” or “dissatisfaction” were being mentioned, either. Just life, at it’s best and at it’s worse, was everything that surrounded us. And we took it all as it came, yet not passively standing and looking.
But every attempt we made, came not from a point of anger, but from a point of love. Not from a consideration of what we did not want, but from a consideration of what we did want. Not from a look at of what we did not have, but from a look at all we did have. Not from a state of complaint, but from a feeling of gratitude. Towards life, at it’s best and at it’s worse.
Whether it’s in our thinking, in our emotions or in our dealings with life… Can we go back to being simple? Of course we can.
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Thank you for your thoughts, and mostly, I am very glad you ebjoyed it. You see, I open this blog again, year after this post was written … and one year that challenged me immensly.I somehow always come back to writing. I hope you are right and that I can become a great writen. I wish you a nice weekend as well!