Self-pity

 

 

Do we really suffer, or only think us experiencing the psychological pain of it, or merely employing a word to indicate something to experience something.

The self and its ego by its very nature, is constantly building a wall around itself as common sense of securities.

It begins to identify itself with a status quo, nationality, virtue, with God, with property, with a person, or an ideology.

In other words, we escape by every possible means, being afraid of something what maybe around the corner of what possible is.

One suffers, because one does not see the truth of suffering. The fact of the ideal and the fact what is, leads in two different directions.

If one wishes to be free from sorrow, one is aware of it without judgment and one need to observe it and getting to know all the intimate intricacies of it.

Understanding the sorrow creates the freedom from it and not a verbal fiction of sorrow that is looking for attention.

Most advertising only succeeds by implementing that sense of security what the individual self pity is wondering for.

The mind loves its habits and belief all in a respectable and profitable routine, the mind feels secure and does not want that to be disturbed.

The mind starts from a conclusion, from a belief, from experience, from knowledge, caught in a routine, in the net of habit making discontentment the fuel of the self. 

 Losing oneself in various forms of adventure is equally meaningless. Incidents that have no psychological significance, as it consists of experiences and the memories one has of them, if the past is to be dismissed, there’s no problem. 

The real challenge begins of how does one break through that mediocre life. Jealousy, vanity, inspiration and despair; social morality, and the virtue are the outside realm of cultivated righteousness.

The understanding of the totality of life and love brings about its own action and one cannot learn it from somebody else, as it is a part of the whole treasure of self-knowledge.

Living in the world without insight into the hidden laws of nature, is like not knowing the language of ones mother.