When Silence Speaks...

There's a conversation in Atlas Shrugged book, where John Galt says to Dagny Taggart " Dagny, it's not that I don't suffer, it's that I know the unimportance of suffering, I know that pain is to be fought and thrown aside, not to be accepted as part of one's soul and as a permanent scar across one's view of existence. Don't feel sorry for me. It was gone right then."   That has been the case with me for quite a number of times. While I was reading this book today and came across this dialogue it was like echoing what I have been thinking. True. Buddha says that the first step to free a soul from suffering is in accepting the full existence of suffering, and then think of its solution.  Unfortunately the society perceives such attitude as our carelessness, that the problem is not our priority, that we are not serious about it. Carrying a sulky face shows how much the problem has impacted you, vs being logical and normal about it means you just

There are 2 kinds of people around us, no wait, 3 kind of people. One set of them - Never want to fight any battle. They accept the terms set by others, follow other's rules and just survive in this world. They kill their dreams, mute their voice, shut their eyes and continue to breathe walking down the path of life. They live someone else's life without any complaints. Second set of them - Are stranded and confused set, who try to fight their battle placing the gun on others shoulder. They are not clear on what they want and what they don't want. They let someone else take their life's decisions, try to place blame on others, listen to people without using their own reasoning, convincing people that they are the victims and so on.  This set of people basically live someone else's life whining and complaining, holding others responsible for their pain, and not really brave enough to do something about it.  If the first set are coward then this set of folks are

I was at a beauty salon today, a normal day with a bunch of ladies waiting for their turn.  I was waiting for my friend to finish, when a gentleman entered with his teenage daughter. They waited for their turn, and on their turn the girl went and sat on the chair. She said to the beautician " threading of upper lips " and then she called her dad. He came and stood by her side. When the lady started threading, her dad stretched his hand out, she held her dad's hand tightly to overcome the pain. For those who don't know, it does hurt quite a bit, not too bad but depends on persons ability to withstand pain.  I heard him say " My brave girl. Just a few more minutes" . I have seen varieties of shades of a father daughter relationship, but this was really sweet and bold. I haven't seen girls getting their dad inside the beauty salon, neither can I imagine dad consoling a daughter during threading or waxing. But either ways, Dads will always be the King