What is wrong with us humans? Why do we understand when it´s too late. We work, work and work. We work until we collapse. And we are said to be smarter than ants. I am not so sure about that. Some are, yes. They end up being crushed by the others.
Why does it take tragedies to make us understand what happiness is? To remember what life is. No one will remember the things he bought on his deathbed. A life consisting of shopping and business is sad and empty. In the end there will be nothing left worth remembering and being happy about. Nothing making you think "Yes, my life was fulfilling and I can let go. And I have given the people I leave behind enough love to let them remember me with a warm feeling." And that is the real tragedy. And the greatest misfortune.
Sometimes, just sometimes, we encounter people, who inspire us to live life as we should - to the fullest. These people are rare. And sometimes they are so far from people who are, or pretend to be, flawless. Who have the highest recommendations of society. Hardly anyone would trust a homeless person. But maybe that homeless person would give his life for someone. Do we know what led to his situation? No. But we judge. We judge as soon as we lay an eye on him. "Look at the man over there, honey, who never did anything valuable in his life. Never end up like him." But maybe he was betrayed. Maybe he lost everything.
We see a disabled person and feel compassion right away. Not noticing that this disabled person does not need our compassion, he needs to be treated like everyone else, to joke around and to live. And we do not realise that maybe this homeless person looks at a sunbeam and feels more joy than we did the whole last week. And the disabled person has a strength we will never gain.
There is so much more than what we can see with our eyes. And what is invisible to our eye is mostly what it´s worth living for. As the little prince says - what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Why does it take tragedies to make us understand what happiness is? To remember what life is. No one will remember the things he bought on his deathbed. A life consisting of shopping and business is sad and empty. In the end there will be nothing left worth remembering and being happy about. Nothing making you think "Yes, my life was fulfilling and I can let go. And I have given the people I leave behind enough love to let them remember me with a warm feeling." And that is the real tragedy. And the greatest misfortune.
Sometimes, just sometimes, we encounter people, who inspire us to live life as we should - to the fullest. These people are rare. And sometimes they are so far from people who are, or pretend to be, flawless. Who have the highest recommendations of society. Hardly anyone would trust a homeless person. But maybe that homeless person would give his life for someone. Do we know what led to his situation? No. But we judge. We judge as soon as we lay an eye on him. "Look at the man over there, honey, who never did anything valuable in his life. Never end up like him." But maybe he was betrayed. Maybe he lost everything.
We see a disabled person and feel compassion right away. Not noticing that this disabled person does not need our compassion, he needs to be treated like everyone else, to joke around and to live. And we do not realise that maybe this homeless person looks at a sunbeam and feels more joy than we did the whole last week. And the disabled person has a strength we will never gain.
There is so much more than what we can see with our eyes. And what is invisible to our eye is mostly what it´s worth living for. As the little prince says - what is essential is invisible to the eye.
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