I have always sympathized with people in lonely conditions or situations. I have always felt that depression is the worst disease. I have always said a silent prayer for someone who I feel is lonely whether I know him/her or not...
Now, I am thinking again.. It was one of those afternoons when I was making up for a sleepless night spent doing homework. I could not sleep soundly and when I woke up my mind was a senseless muddle of thoughts. It often happens when one sleeps abnormally..
And just out of the blue (or maybe it was in connection with something I dreamt), a question struck me: Am I Lonely??? And the first answer I got was: YES! perhaps I am..... possibly, we all are... After all, who else can think your thoughts? Who else can feel your emotions? Who else can understand all your actions? Who else can feel your pain? Who else can experience your happiness? Who else in this world can be even remotely close to what you are.. the life you are living..
There are people who are "acquainted" with different but incomplete aspects of our lives.. The conversations we have with them are just a few manifestations of the zillions of thoughts that crop up in our mind everyday.. We hang out in groups but we are all centers of our own universes.. The fortunate or unfortunate truth is that we are all very lonely..
April 16, 2007
April 13, 2007
Seasons and Changes
This is from a forwarded email. But, the moral of this story is something I feel very strongly about!
The following pics are of the same place but taken under different seasons!! Scroll down for the story..
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge
things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
The following pics are of the same place but taken under different seasons!! Scroll down for the story..
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge
things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
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