A thought to ponder.
Do we not enjoy one's pity more than we do our own happiness?
How many times we sacrifice our own sincere happiness in order to be miserable, all in order to be pitied. What is pity? How can it have such a strong hold on our lives? It's attention. Attention that would not be merited if we were happy.
Is attention really worth it? Is it worth it to "pretend" that I am unhealthy (ultimately convincing my body and mind that I am unhealthy) to receive the pity, often the insincere pity, of someone else? There are so many different scenarios in which we literally forgo our own joy for miserable pity.
Pity will pass, and you will stay miserable. Happiness; now happiness lingers. It is an emotion, a feeling, a response to life's dealings that you will remember and enjoy.
Pity, sorrow, and pain. . .or happiness, joy, and healing? Ask yourself if it's really worth it.
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