Leaving my blog unattended for a day, I feel sry for it.
At the same time, I am sry for my friend, who continuously support me when I was in prolonged depression, for my unwillingness to face the reality. I was too confused and lost at that time as there were too many things, doubts, deductions, frustration and indetermination pouring onto me. When all senses were gone, I resorted to returning to the isolated, self-centered world within myself. What I believed at that time was: Only there I could find a bit of security and restfulness.
However, after confusing, struggling and reading for days, I have been refreshed, with new realization, enlightenment, resolution and new purpose of living. However, perhaps this is due to my incomplete realization or lacking chance of applying my new knowledge, I sometimes still think of the sad things happening these two months, and when I do so, usu. at night, I will feel very hopeless and bad. This means: I am still not stable.
But this is not a pathological as I know myself quite clearly. I would rather see it as a stage of growth- what I now dun understand or am puzzled about, perhaps I will understand them later.
One may wonder what have caused me to change so acutely and quickly within few days. Frankly speaking, these few days were not easy at all. I struggled a lot. At the beginning, I tried to solve the problem by myself. When I found this was impossible, I resorted to talking to fds. However, my bad feeling swelled quickly after I hung up. Then I started shifting my focus onto reading - reading the books about buddhism I bought at a book fair. It healed me for a night. But crisis came when I found I was made more pessimistic after learning buddhism- perhaps I am just too inexperienced to assimilate it- I found myself being bounded by it. Luckily, someones saved me from this mental crisis by showing me an powerpoint showing an enlightening story about shared happiness and love. I was stunned by the dedication of the seriously ill man in the story, who still wanted to encourage his roomate in the same ward, who could only lie flat on his bed. Although the man was blind, which is revealed at the end of the story, he pretended he could look out the only window of the ward, and depicted to his roomate the outside picturesque scenery he saw with descriptive words. Day by day and month by month, the man who could only lie on his bed lived for the conversation with the blind man. One day, when the nurse arrived and bring water for their baths, she found the blind man lying lifelessly yet peacefully on his bed. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take him away. As soon as it was appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved to next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the change and then she left him alone. The man propped himself up with all his strength and looked out the window which his deceased roomate used to peer through. He found the window faced only a blank wall. He asked the nurse what kept his roomate make up stories for him everyday. The nurse told the man of his roomate's blindness "I think he just wanted to encourage you." she added.
Such a beautiful story. "Today is a gift, that is why it is called the Present", "Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled"
From now on, think of the things you have which money cannot buy and understand there is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite OUR OWN SITUATION. Let's say:"Love can finally prevail in the world."