The True Blessing!
Joy! Rapture! The deep feeling in your stomach that makes you restless yet you do not want to be bereft of it. I don't know whether it's just to call this feeling fireworks for I don't know if I would enjoy the feeling of miniature rockets going off in my stomach but I sure enjoy this feeling. I latch onto it with the tenacity of a child for whom his parents are entirely capable of fulfilling his every demand and thus he staunchly demands his wishes until they attain fulfillment.
People say "this" is a blessing and "that" is a blessing, Absolute wealth is a blessing or an uncompromised health is a blessing. Commanding respect is the absolute pinnacle of blessing, or garnering love is it. What one always fails to point out is that being able to "feel joy" is a blessing and there can be no arguments about it. I have seen people with immeasurable wealth look with yearning at succulent desserts that their money could afford yet their body could not. I have seen people with sons, lay destitute at the steps of an old age home or disposed off to an enclosure in their own house by the very sons they boasted of. From all this, we can surmise if these things really were blessings, There wouldn't have had to be an argument about their virtue. True blessing is happiness, when one has the fortitude to smile in trials and laugh at their misery. In 'Othello', the Duke says these words which define the blessing of happiness with unparalleled eloquence:
Hence there is a simple guide to happiness, the greatest blessing of all. When you find yourself ensconced in grief, look about you for the blessings you have, no matter how miniscule they seem and even when you don't feel grateful, thank the Lord for them, and look about you for the people who may have lots that you don't have, but are bereft of what you have. That's the recipe to ingraining happiness. And once you are used to counting your blessings, you will notice a change in the structure of things when grief falls upon you. You will be more heady of the little blessings that may have increased with the incoming grief and somehow those blessings are abstract: they may be faith, fortitude, love, humility and once you train yourself to appreciate that, you will for eternity banish the dark recapturing visages of being a victim and bathe in the realization that the world and everything in it is beautiful and that's a reason to smile. And the ability to smile is a blessing.
People say "this" is a blessing and "that" is a blessing, Absolute wealth is a blessing or an uncompromised health is a blessing. Commanding respect is the absolute pinnacle of blessing, or garnering love is it. What one always fails to point out is that being able to "feel joy" is a blessing and there can be no arguments about it. I have seen people with immeasurable wealth look with yearning at succulent desserts that their money could afford yet their body could not. I have seen people with sons, lay destitute at the steps of an old age home or disposed off to an enclosure in their own house by the very sons they boasted of. From all this, we can surmise if these things really were blessings, There wouldn't have had to be an argument about their virtue. True blessing is happiness, when one has the fortitude to smile in trials and laugh at their misery. In 'Othello', the Duke says these words which define the blessing of happiness with unparalleled eloquence:
"When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief."No sorrow sustains a positive outlook and no grievance can outstand sincere apology. There is an uncanny ability of the sorrows to mount on you further more when you sympathise with yourself for being the guinea pig for the world's indomitable torture kiln.
Hence there is a simple guide to happiness, the greatest blessing of all. When you find yourself ensconced in grief, look about you for the blessings you have, no matter how miniscule they seem and even when you don't feel grateful, thank the Lord for them, and look about you for the people who may have lots that you don't have, but are bereft of what you have. That's the recipe to ingraining happiness. And once you are used to counting your blessings, you will notice a change in the structure of things when grief falls upon you. You will be more heady of the little blessings that may have increased with the incoming grief and somehow those blessings are abstract: they may be faith, fortitude, love, humility and once you train yourself to appreciate that, you will for eternity banish the dark recapturing visages of being a victim and bathe in the realization that the world and everything in it is beautiful and that's a reason to smile. And the ability to smile is a blessing.
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