I don’t know, anyway .
I don’t know, anyway .
It is that stage of life where a human being starts to develop a feeling towards a spouse. It is in our nature being attracted to the other gender- female to male and male to female.
As children, we love the attention of our parents. But as adults, we desire specific special attention that our parents won’t fulfill, obviously probably because it’s our time to be parents ourselves.
However, the question is: Are we qualified to be spouses and parents?
I’ve been reflecting on the marriages took place recently, and I’ve come to realization that most marriages weren’t well-considered. They just did it because they felt a desire and wanted to respond to it through marriage. Yes, this is better than making illegitimate relationship. Yet, taking the decision to marry is a serious step, and not a playground to indulge for a period of days then quit, leaving behind a damaged soul. It’s must being emotionally mindfully purposefully qualified for it, otherwise one is merely playing around in reaction to his untamed soul.
To wit, I am considerate about your inner nature but have an aversion to such groundless ruinous decisions.
Study first, or at least be conscious of the responsibility of being a wife/a husband, and a father/ a mother later on.
Felt why not articulating it, anyway.
When I was an adolescent, I used to think with my heart. How I feel at the moment is what I like to follow in the future.
However, every time a thing got my interest, I would instantly drop yesterday’s desire to replace it with another new desire. It’s because I couldn’t see through things, my heart would always be the thinker. I was brainless driven by emotional triggers.
I just wanted to have my desires achieved. I had no sense of logic and judged things in terms of what is being viewed, not with a critical thinking. The latter notion is recently figured out, as the beginning of adulthood, though I‘m only 22, but feel like I‘m in my thirties about to enter my forties. And I‘ve also got to read on psychology of my personality and what is the ultimate purpose of life, I thus start to look at it distinctively, with the understanding that silence is a powerful solution, and wisdom is to wait patiently, because there are twists. I never know what will happen in the next day. And I cannot rely on expectations.
Next is my little bro. He responds to things with his heart. He wants I don’t know what, but how I‘ve been analysing it is that he is experiencing life with the spirit of the I want, I desire, and that the others don’t understand me and they are stupid.
Sometimes he gets on my nerve with his arguments, mainly spoke by heart, and I become madly loud. Sometimes I raise the flag of silence and observation, that I tell myself let him get the lesson the hard way since I see he assumes he knows it.
But the problem isn’t with the product, instead basically is with the producers. They lack the education of how to elevate at every different stage to come.
Upbringing isn’t only about food and clothing; it is about knowing how to nurture physically, mentally and spiritually.
I know we aren’t to blame it on parents. Education has to take actions in teaching students good behavior, and guiding parents to learn the methodology of dealing with different stages of growing-up.
It shouldn’t pass a day without writing about something. Whatever you have in mind, as long as it is not going to overwhelm you with serious troubles, wordify it.
Anyways: Importance is to tell something. It doesn’t necessarily have to be occurred- but most importantly you make it up. I don’t mean lying though it is basically lying but seriously *purposefully* it is for the sake of practising to come up with a well-expressed composition. Your goal is that you let others get hooked by your imagination and your intellect.
Writing skills results from writing as many compositions as possible. Writing is a habit so it is advisable to write on a daily basis despite of the fact that you cannot think of anything. In fact, interestingly, you need to write about why you couldn’t think of anything and tell it in written words. See? It is never a problem of inspiration.
The problem, personally speaking, is sometimes I somehow get the sensation of timidity for I’m trying to admit something about my personality, or about something that I suddenly start to look at it trivially.
Writer’s block is a myth, I believe. Fear of confession is the killer of evolution.
Write, even for a period of minutes, and never fear your imperfections, it is actually the step up to self-recognition, self-taming and self-learning.
Admit it: I just did my writing and you are currently reading it.
Call on you to come as a lovely guest
Come to me,
My home is always opening to you
I am a warm hug,
Say hello to me;
it’s a password to my heart
Your presence fills up an empty in me, lights up a kind of missing glory, joy…
Just be around and greet me whenever walk past me,
Your words are like I am in a honeymoon
Listening to my wife on the phone
Telling me to slow down, baby
I love you, come safe
I always annoyed you by my drafts, trying to
Turning around I saw you coming to sit next to me. It’s not
The worst thing could happen to you is you figure out you are diagnosed with nothingness mood/ state. You know when it’s there around and within. Some symptoms that I might cite here are tiredness, anxiety, fear of future, and the most bitter is it feels like you are more tempted to sinning. Briefly, heart is at its lowest faith so you sort of avoid going into the Halal-Haram ( good-wrong) argumentation. You just do whatever feels desirable to your nafs (ego). Surely it’s Shaytan/ devil doing its whispers into you; like you’re being spelt on with the dearest nafs (ego) magic. It takes place at a blink of eye, that you find you’re heavy in the heart, that you need to be purified. You see this is all because of your nothingness situation/ state.
Isn’t scary to death you feel out of your Wakar ( sanity/ spiritual peacefulness) ?