Everybody undergoes suffering. Pain has a universal idiom. Every laughter to me is fraught with vestiges of agony. Man’s laughter seems insincere while his crying genuine. I think I have seen life raw. Even birds and flowers to me seem writhing with angst. When a flower boasts of its color that is basically a posture to hide its pain. So far as I have penetrated human psychology, I feel human weaknesses, pride, laughter, dressing and every aspect of human personality as an effort to mitigate that pain, whether he is conscious or unconscious of it. Anyone who refutes me is not saying truth.
Thomas Hardy said: Happiness is what an ocasional episode in a genral drama of pain”
If we can’t love each other, let us share pain.
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People live under the illusion that they can have pleasure, only.
Not so, life is filled with duplicity, pain and pleasure are so intertwined that there is hardly anything in life that does not have both within the experience. For example, in the process of birth, both the mother and child suffer much pain, they also experience great joy and wonder.
People who are after the pursuit of pleasure and the avoidance of pain are living in illusion; there is no such a state.
However, within the mercy and compassion of the Most High, there is only Love, for the Most High is All Love.
On an every day level, this is not the case.
When I see flowers, I see the face of God in each one of them. When they whither and die, I see the wonder of Nature; how Nature recycles the flower and it replenishes the soil as it falls off the stem, also, when it is in bloom it feeds bees and hummingbirds. Even in death it is still giving life, for nothing truly dies; it is recycled into another form.
I have had my heart torn into so may pieces, I thought it would never heal again. such is the compassion of the Most High, when all hope is lost, there is still a hope that is found in taking refuge in the Most High, who finds a way out of no way.