Feelings. A very delicated word, an even more delicate thing...

Feelings. A very delicate word. An even more delicate thing...

Lets talk about feelings.

Would I be right in suggesting that a failure should never make me unhappy? No. It seems to me that to be human means to feel feelings: we are not machines or computers. And among those feelings must be counted feelings of disappointment, and regret and grief and unhappiness or woe.

Now small failures of skill should not evoke much of any of these feelings. But larger failures in life seem to me inevitably to lead to woe. This totally depends solely on the individual.

To deny a failure is to submit to the lasting discomfort of living a lie. To accept a failure involves accepting any sadness that results. But that sadness will pass in time. This is a fact. Cry, it helps.
Believe me on that. I know. You can cry when noone see's you. That's if you're too coward to be yourself. Well, I for one would like to consider myself as a coward.

It is not of the nature of feelings themselves to last forever, if they see the light of day. An icy sorrow may last in the soul for ever if kept in refrigerating concealment. But if it is brought into the warmth of consciousness and human talk it will slowly melt. And a burning resentment can be heated by the pressure cooker of repression, but will cool if expressed. Any feeling freely admitted will pass.

As woe will come, so woe will go. And when it has passed there is room for new hope and new life and new joy. There is a time for despair and agony. There is also a time for joy and happiness.

The rain will pour. The sun will also shine.

How long will the rain pour? How long will the sun shine? Sometimes they are governed by circumstances which we have no control over. However, most of the time, it's all in our mind.

We control how long and how much will the rain pour. We control how long and much will the sun shine. Do something about what can be done. Do not dwell on things which we have no control over. Learn to tell the differences. Learn to accept the differences.

A short little poem over here for understanding and enjoyment. =) Forgive me for its short length. Sometimes, short and simple is the best method to intrigue people.


Joy and Woe

Man was made for joy and woe
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go

Joy and woe are woven fine
A clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine