Do you know when life does become harder? It is when someone in
his/her comfort zone tells you that life is really hard. I experienced it today
and everyone would hear it once in life. Today I am passing through a rocky
road of insecurity and heading towards the training camp in our city. The fact
that life is more interesting than what general belief tells you lies in your
own thoughts. Life became harder for me today when my office director said
"please sit with the security guards in the un-armored vehicle so we would
have more space in the vehicle protected by armor". I was not annoyed by
the fact that there was an insecure situation on the road; rather I was struck
by surprise that humans can be really indifferent towards the value of other
human lives! So life can be hard due to the presence of such ideas caused by such
people. You may ignore these ideas or accept them at your own peril. Hard life
is different from a boring life due to the fact that having a difficult life is
a temporary disturbance and a positive signal for getting the most important
lesson out of life. As Timothy "Tim" Ferris
in his most exciting book The 4-Hour Workweek: Escape 9-5, Live Anywhere, and
Join the New Rich points out the most interesting fact "excitement =
happiness and sadness = boredom" so if you want an exciting life
think bigger and aim for bigger goals which are impossible to achieve according
to 99% people of the world. My experience has taught me that much of the
happiness comes after the end of a difficult situation and after a person has
learned the value of comfort and blessings of the world due to those miserable
and hard moments of life. Today I learned that no matter how much life becomes harder I would count those moments of uneasiness as pearls that would bring much joy in the future. So everytime if going gets harder (I know it usually does) accept it willingly and you would come to know that it is those rocky moments which make you happier and more successful in future life.
I was recently hired. I belonged to the village of Karghan. There was a single family member that was left to me in my whole life, Azim, my 2 year old son. Some memories last for years and some for lifetime, the bitter ones last longer and the disastrous ones are eternal. One night I was leaving my home to go over to my friends. I still remember the innocent, sweet-natured look of my wife, Sahar, standing in the door and with those benevolent eyes set on me the whole time, she said, “Dear! Please take Azim with you for a few hours so I could freely tidy your rooms.” I said reluctantly, “All right, bring him over.” I allowed, frequently and willingly that between us she had to be dominating most of the time and certainly of all the positive traits any husband could have to secure lifetime love from his wife was the same trait I had and I knew she loved my for that. I took Azim and briskly walked towards the door and she called from behind, “Dear! Wont’ you say ba’bye?” I was not in m
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