A Good Life

Each emotion has its own energy, each action has its own energy. When you are confident, the positive energy of your confidence is strong , when you are in doubt  the negative energy of your fear is strong. We are always surrounded by conflicting energies. What ever we try to achieve, there is an energy that pushes it forward, while there is always a conflict energy resisting it. What outcome we achieve will eventually depend on the strength of the particular Energy, the stronger energy always wins. Sometimes the conflicting energies are within ourselves and sometimes the opposing energy comes from outside, which ever the case, the result will always be in favour of the stronger energy. Have you even fallen ill and yet managed to head out to work and felt better? Here the positive energy of your will power overcame the negative energy caused by the illness. I will take the liberty here of calling the illness an external negative energy. How many times have we doubted our faith...

There was a bright teenage boy who used to live with his parents. They lived in a building in the suburbs. He was a brilliant student and good at whatever he did with the only flaw being that he had a streak of jealousy. He always wanted an expensive cycle which his father had not bought for him. As a result he would be envious of every other boy or girl who got a new bicycle. In his jealousy he would cause some or the other damage to the new bicycles of others, may be puncture the tyres or break the pedals. People of the building knew this and so did the mother. His father on the other hand was a very good and friendly man. Always helping others and always considerate. One day he bought his son a new bicycle. He thought of giving it as a surprise to him. So without informing his son, he got the cycle and kept it in the building. The son on returning from college saw it and in his envious streak damaged the cycle. When he reached home his dad took him down for the surprise, but wa...

I always looked for a perfect world, A never ending search for a world I could call paradise. Situations and people were never right, As I searched for perfection and angels, in paradise. As I woke up one morning to the news of someone's demise, I realised I'm still alive, I'm blessed, may be I'm already in paradise. As I hurried for work cribbing about rush hour, I saw some unemployed desperate for work, I thought I'm blessed to have work, may be I'm already in paradise. I ran after the train, grabbed the hand rail and got in just in time, There I saw a man without arms and legs, I thought I'm blessed to have working limbs, may be I'm already in paradise. As I took time off work to have lunch sitting by a window at office, I saw outside someone poor and hungry, I thought I'm blessed to have food on my plate, may be I'm already in paradise. As evening came it was time for coffee, gossip, complaining and cribbing, Until I heard...