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Beauty of reality

Someone once said, "Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like."

How conscious are we to the world around us? Every day we wake up to realize the world remains the same as we left it the day before we went to sleep. History remains unchanged, future remains uncertain and the present bestows the same pattern of living everyday - one that is filled with challenges. Emotional challenges, intriguing moments and hurting circumstances are common in every single person's day-to-day life. When we give into it, we react frantically and grieve inconsolably.

Everyone wants happiness but somehow couldn't see where it actually exists. Somewhere between what we see and what we want to see, we lose ourselves to the circumstances, and forget to realize, the happiness we deserve is just there within us. The moment of losing makes us forget who we are and what beautiful things are happening around us. That's okay, its natural to feel bad or low or unhappy sometimes. But its not okay, when you dwell in the same negative state a very long time.

Take a look at some charming moments:

We would’ve lived though many such blissful moments in our lives.

But a single moment of unhappiness erases all our lovely moments from our thoughts. We suddenly change into a different person. Self-pity, anger and worry walk in. When it’s time for them to walk out, we never let it go. Life thus becomes sad and sorrowful. Aren’t we supposed to celebrate our life – we even don't know if we are going be granted with another life. 

So how do we celebrate this life? Its actually quite simple. Just allow the distasteful moment to pass. It may not be easy at first, but it is possible. 
Will you laugh at the same joke again and again? We lose interest after hearing it a couple of times right. Why not we lose interest in our sorrows too? Why are we carrying it around? Things that happened may not be changed but it can be forgiven and forgotten.
Say for instance, you are at a meeting and someone argues against the points you value continually. It might hurt your ego, but that's not the end of the world. You may have your own idea, but it doesn't mean the other person is wrong either. You have a choice - to let the argument pass, or walk home with the heaviness of a hurt ego and pass the same on to your family. The former grants you a calm mind that can help you resolve the motives of the other person. That way you can come to an easy settlement, one that benefits both the parties.  But the latter leaves you distressed, that manifests in your action. Your people may not understand why you behave so. There is so much confusion and happiness is lost.

There's no right and wrong. Things looks different when someone looks that point from another perspective. Your version of truth is determined by your point of view.

The moment we understand this we can see a clear path that will definitely lead to calmness of mind and happiness of soul. This realization is what I have stated as the Beauty of Reality.

Next time when you are put to a tricky position, one that tries to break you off or make you feel inferior – tell your mind there is always another side to the story and just wave-the-situation-off. You will begin to relish in the beauty of reality.

Be intelligent enough to ignore the hurting affairs and face reality with a smile on your lips.


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