So I was trying to work on converting a results image from a linux-based form to jpg and the result was something like this. I am not sure what the actual image is supposed to look like but I know that this is not it. To tell you the truth it made me think of shooting stars for some reason, and suddenly I found myself on this blog.
Today I find myself reflecting on matters of the heart. The other day I was watching a video of an open-heart surgery and I was mesmerized. Of course, my reaction would have been different if there wasn’t a screen between me and the patient’s open chest since blood makes me queasy. But I thought of how little control we really have over our own hearts, let alone our own lives. When the heart beats normally, we tend to take it for granted. We eat all the wrong things and don’t do enough exercise to take care of it. We don’t really think much about it, and whether or not we’re letting it strain with the effort of carrying our weights around. But if God forbid, the heart’s beats start to change and turn erratic- racing, skipping beats or fluttering – suddenly all attention turns toward to it. Crash carts start rolling, defib pads and paddles get prepared for that heart in distress.
And naturally, I remembered this Hadeeth
So whenever you feel like your control issues are getting the best of you, just close your eyes and listen to your heart. Let it remind you that there’s little you can actually control.
As you grow older you tend to appreciate the beauty of silence. Silence so deep that the only thing you can hear are your thoughts, and the occasional birdsong outside the window. Silence, as a response to questions you can’t start to fathom, let alone find words to express your opinions about them; like what has the world come to. At least by being silent, you are not adding to the sound pollution, even though you know that sound pollution is not the world’s biggest problem right now, but at least you’re making a contribution somehow.
“I don’t know what to say.” Has become your default because you really don’t know what to say. You can cry out and yell and try to say something but if nobody is listening, what’s the point? And if people do listen but nobody is willing to understand, what’s the point? Or if people do listen and do understand but what you say doesn’t change anything, then what’s the point?
So resort to silence.
Because sometimes, silence is the best answer you can give.
This post was originally written by JJ from Castle of Words:
“Growing up we are taught to be proud of who we are, where we come from,etc. We are taught to sit up straight, walk with our head held up high and be confident. Of course being confident comes from with in, you have to be happy with yourself to be confident.
But now a days I have noticed that people confuse between being confident and being conceited.
My definition of confident is being smart, being proud of who you are and being content with everything about you. While being conceited is using pride to put people down and treating them with No respect.
So you could be proud of who you are but if you think you are better then others and treat with disrespect, you are not. How you see others or compare yourself with others will make you confident or conceited.
So in the end …..
Be a confident lady or gentleman but never see others beneath you! Never let your pride ruin friendships. relationships and especially not your marriage. Be content with who you are without comparing yourself with others.”
I took this picture in Mombasa some years back from the inside of a tuktuk (explains why it’s skewed). Every time I see it, I find myself asking, “What do you focus on?”
Do you focus on the rainbow at the top-left corner? Or the garbage at the bottom-right corner?
In life, what do you focus on? Do you focus on the victories or the triumphs? On the happy moments or the sad ones? On the positive thoughts or the negative thoughts? Ask yourself that question, “What do you focus on?”