Plastering the Walls of Thought: 125

Reflection: Eight Hundred Seventy-Nine

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One. A woman can never forget the man whom she first lay with.
A man can never forget the woman whom he couldn't lie with.
Two. Never be dependent on anyone in this world. Not in any work, not even emotionally.
If you do, then when they leave you someday, or you have to leave them, or time creates distance for one reason or another, or even when you're together but can no longer maintain that dependency, you'll find it terribly hard to survive.
You might say, all this is easy to say, hard to do. Yes, you're right. But it's also true that whatever suffering it takes to do this now will be a hundred times less than the suffering you'll endure if you try to do it later. Earlier pain always hurts less than later pain.
Three. Love and time—these two things should never be forcibly extracted from anyone.
Four. The person who tries to control you, is not the person with whom you need to keep a relationship.
Five. Want to date your crush?
Very simple! Tell them directly.
People take many things quite simply. Just tell them! Life is short, after all!
And if you can't say it directly, then I'll teach you an even simpler trick.
Get a very comfortable pillow. (Cotton-stuffed would be good.)
Lay your head on it and lie down. (Not face down, but on your back or side.)
Gradually fall asleep thinking about your crush. (You can even keep their picture in front of your eyes if you want.)
Then date your crush to your heart's content in your dreams. (If you're not too poor, pay for the date yourself.)
Using the second method, I've gone on dates with many crushes many times. In this short life, I'm at least not foolish enough to leave such a dear wish unfulfilled!
Six. Forgive yourself for the mistake that has kept infinite torment festering in your heart for so long. Forgive that person too, who hurt you for no reason, who took away with them some integral part of your existence.
Forgive the person who diminished you day after day, who destroyed all your self-confidence, even though you know it took you long practice to regain what you lost from within yourself.
You didn't know that people don't keep their word, that they leave even after swearing to stay. You couldn't understand that some people must be held for a moment, not calculated for a lifetime. Nothing lasts "forever" in this world—circumstances and mindsets change even the most precious things.
You were foolish enough to stay even where you were supposed to receive neither love nor happiness. Why did you do it? You don't know the answer yourself. How much more will you suffer thinking about all this? Forgive yourself today.
The more hatred you harbor in your heart for someone, the heavier you will feel, the more out of place you will seem in this world. If you keep the wound visible before your eyes, the damage will be yours alone—it won't matter to anyone else. If you hold onto old mistakes and unwanted events from the past in your mind, you will keep yourself away from all the good fortune that was meant to come into your life.
The heavier you keep your heart, the harder it becomes to live. The more restless you keep your mind, the further peace retreats from life. If you live with the wrong person occupying your thoughts, how will the right person find an opportunity to enter? You won't be able to love anyone else, nor will you allow anyone else to love you. What's the point of depriving yourself of love, thinking constantly about someone who couldn't love you?
The arithmetic is simple. Whatever you carry around will occupy your heart. Carry sorrow, and sorrow is what you'll receive back. Carry hatred, and hatred will return. Carry anger, and anger will come back to you.
Forgive—both yourself and them. There is little peace greater than the ability to forgive. People think they forgive others; in reality, they forgive themselves. Through forgiving others, they free themselves from the endless punishment of suffering. People make mistakes, don't they? And you're not inhuman either, are you?
Thoughts: Eight Hundred Seventy

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One. Two types of officers:
Type-1: This is how an officer should be!

Type-2: How on earth did this one become an officer!?
Two. Life looks meaningful when you're living alone if you have got a wrong partner.
Three. Sometimes you're fucked up hugely, only because you didn't do a wrong thing.

It's really disgusting!!
Four. He cannot earn money.

But he can enjoy money.

Life is beautiful.
Five. Yes, I have prepared myself—you will leave my life. I am ready today to accept that I must live without you. I no longer have any hesitation about losing you.
I know this heart will break into pieces. I am prepared for this too. I have accepted the truth that you won't text me day after day, won't call me, we won't meet anymore, I'll never see you again.
You will be happy with someone else, either before my eyes or beyond my sight, you will keep them happy, love them, look into their eyes and say "I love you," touch them—I can live today accepting all of this.
If you ever ask how I am, I'll have to spread a false smile across my face and say, I'm doing great! Yes, yes...believe me, I'm completely prepared for this too!
Kneeling down, gathering up the broken pieces of my heart and trying to live again—I can do this today without your help. I know there's no one left to tell me to keep living.
I am truly ready for everything today! Yet somehow, I don't know why...
I lie curled up in a corner of my room's dark floor, weeping and thinking endlessly...after all this...today...is there truly no path left...for two people to remain together? Is there really nothing I can do to hold onto you? Today I am willing to abandon everything in this life, if only you would stay in mine. Is there truly nothing more I can do to have you?
Six. Love is not always something perfect.

Love is neither a fairy tale nor a wonderful storybook.

And it doesn't always come easily.
Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to stay together, holding on and refusing to let go unless absolutely forced to.
Love is such a small word. Easy to say, but not easy to define. Living without love is nearly impossible. Even those who claim they don't need love have grown up nurtured by their parents' love.
People express love through various actions. Every hour, every minute, every second, a person lives thinking of the one they love. When you love, living feels good. And when you receive love, sometimes even dying holds no hesitation.
Seven. With what you have within you, you can make your way.

Anyone who says otherwise—abandon their company.
What you feel has no adulteration.

If someone doesn't recognize this, create distance from them.
You have strength within your mind. Using that strength, you can demonstrate everything that everyone believes you cannot do.

At day's end, in your life, no one's words matter except your own.
When you try to share your feelings or plans with someone and they refuse to listen, don't feel discouraged—instead, force them to see it through your actions alone.

Your family, friends, and loved ones all value your deeds far more than your thoughts.
You are not a failed person; rather, you possess more experience than others. Whatever difficulties or limitations exist in your life are never sufficient to render a final judgment about you.

Draw strength from failure; take from mistakes the lesson that will help you dream and grow.
Instead of talking much about yourself, do something that makes people talk about you constantly. You will speak but no one will listen—more beautiful than this feeling is when everyone speaks but you don't listen.
People will know your capability and power by observing how you carry yourself. You will get everything you want, but you must step slowly and without fanfare. Remember, you don't earn the right to speak before you can act.
There's no benefit in overthinking. Being engaged in even modest work is far more valuable than drowning in excessive contemplation. Your thoughts and words have value only to you, while your efforts and achievements have value to the entire world!
Thought: Eight Hundred Seventy-One

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One. When will you understand that your heart is very good?
You help everyone greatly.

You trust everyone deeply.

You give generously to all.

You love everyone deeply.
Yet you constantly feel

that you're causing everyone pain,

that you can do nothing for anyone!
Two. The greater one's capacity to accept any circumstance on life's journey and adapt oneself to that circumstance, the happier and more prosperous one becomes. Things may not always unfold according to our plans, but life's purpose is never thwarted.
Perhaps in our eyes everything appears to end, but ultimately it becomes clear that we have received everything we ever sought from life—that is, we have received all that we truly needed, though perhaps by a different path, a path we may never have desired to walk.
At the same time, we come to realize that we harbored certain excessive desires which, with the passage of time, revealed themselves to be unnecessary. All this haste we have about life, yet in the end we must relinquish everything and fall silent. If anything remains, it is only the good and bad deeds we have performed. But then again, the work we today accept as good—in that time, in those circumstances, did those very actions receive the same human acceptance? Perhaps yes, perhaps no—eternity knows best.
The very act that today fills us with revulsion—there is no guarantee that this same act will not someday receive applause in time's current. Yet how recklessly we live each moment, clinging to some fixed notion and rigid rules about life!
Three. Listen well: whatever awakens you, whatever brings you peace or shows you the light of hope—keep these things close to you. Live for them, live with them. Let all your attention revolve around them. Carve out time for them of your own accord. Whatever they may be, if you find peace in them without harming anyone, there is no need to care for others' opinions.
Remember, happiness requires very little. Being happy doesn't mean finding joy in having much more, but remaining content with little. Sometimes even a morning coffee mug can make you happy. That intoxicating fragrance of the road just after rain can also spread joy throughout your being. Doesn't listening to favorite songs repeatedly for two or three hours make your heart feel wonderfully light? Seeing a friend cheerful also creates a certain happiness within the mind. Sitting in your familiar park, watching the sky through gaps in the leaves, touched by sunlight...these moments too are truly precious...for finding joy.
When there is happiness in the heart, moving forward becomes easier. If there is something that ignites the fire within you, then however small it may be, for you it is something tremendously significant. Hold onto it and keep holding on. At day's end, this alone will keep you alive.
Four. You truly never realize how much influence you have on those around you.

You don't know how much joy you brought someone by simply looking at them and smiling one day.

You don't really know how completely someone's entire life changed because of the kindness you once showed them.

You yourself don't know what you mean in the life of someone beside whom you sat for a long time, patiently listening to their sorrows, speaking a few compassionate words.
So whenever life offers you the chance to be kind, never miss it by mistake.

Don't wait for someone else to show kindness first so you can follow their path.

Don't sit around wondering when circumstances will improve, or when someone's heart will change according to your wishes, so you can then thoughtfully show your kindness.
Keep nothing else in your mind. Set aside thoughts of what others have done to you, how long you yourself were deprived of kindness... and simply be kind. You truly don't know how much your small role can help another person.
Few people have the opportunity and ability to help others. If you have it, use it; if nothing else, you'll live in peace of mind.
Five. Love never dies a natural death.

It dies because we simply don't know how to replenish its source when it runs dry.

Love dies from blindness, from mistakes, from betrayal.

Love dies from sorrow and from being wounded.

Love dies when boredom sets in.

Love dies when its color fades or when deep scars form upon it.
Six. Until they lose something, some people never realize what treasures they possess!
But why do even those who understand its value beforehand end up losing it?

Why do those who know how to care, who fear losing things, still end up losing them?

Why must even those who try to hold on with everything they have lose precisely what they loved most?

Do they truly deserve such pain?
Seven. Be the person who knows how to care.

Be the person who tries to keep things well, who loves without any hesitation in their heart.

Be the person who knows how to offer themselves to time's demands, who never runs from their own feelings or hides the intensity of their hopes.

Be the person who believes—in this world's beauty, in human goodness, in the purity and authenticity of the soul.

Be the person who knows how to seize opportunities, who doesn't believe in hide-and-seek, who has the courage to express themselves.

Be the person in whose presence others can see themselves clearly, who knows how to place themselves in the right place at the right time in the right way.
When I say learn to care, assume that I desperately need that care.

Most people in this world don't know how to care—they don't know how to care for themselves or for others. Such people are everywhere. You don't need to be like them.
Don't look at people with such dismissive eyes, keeping in mind how this world has or hasn't treated you. There is no greater qualification than being able to live kindly even while being neglected and ignored.
Reflection: Eight Hundred Seventy-Two

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One. Middle age is such a time when the world very slowly places its hand on your shoulder, calls you close, and whispers in your ear:
No, I'm not prodding you anymore today! This is the time. Let the performance end—the one you've been putting on against your own will all these years, trying to protect yourself from being hurt and neglected, trying to become someone in others' and your own eyes. Enough!
The shell you've built around yourself has kept you from growing as you truly wished all these years. I know that when you were young, when you were a stranger to everyone, you were compelled to create these external defenses. That was what the times demanded. I understand—you thought without this, you could never become someone special. And if you couldn't become someone, then no one would ever accept you with respect.
Perhaps those things were necessary then, but why are you still clinging to them after spending more than half your life? You're even more anxious now than before in your obsession with becoming great! Why this madness?
Time is running out fast. There are so many colors of life you still haven't seen, having set them aside thinking you'd experience them later. Will you really have the time? Can we see the future? Having spent half your life worrying about what people will think, will you spend the remaining half the same way? Have you received as much love and respect as you thought you would? Remember, there could have been so much more joy that was yours for the taking, if only you hadn't lived your life so against your own wishes!
You still lack neither courage nor strength. You too have the right to fill your heart completely with love and joy, and to live accordingly. There's still time—live as your heart desires before it's too late!
Two. Today you have destroyed her entire world.
She no longer feels like traveling to distant places. When it rains, she no longer comes to stand by the window. Looking at the world no longer fills her with wonder. Life no longer appears beautiful to her.
She still stays awake at night, but speaks to no one. She doesn't know herself why she remains awake. She trusts no one anymore. Even when someone speaks kindly to her, she treats them badly.
It's been a long time since she's looked at the sky—neither at twilight nor on star-filled nights. Every time she looks up at the sky, she remembers how on countless such magnificent nights you held her hand and said you'd stay by her side for life, would never leave. She still searches for the meaning of the word "lifetime."
She had decided that once she got the job, she'd save money so the two of you could travel the world together. In this life, she got neither you nor, perhaps, will she get the job. Today she seems to have lost the right to have anything at all!
One day you called and asked her to meet you at a coffee shop. While sipping coffee, very calmly, looking straight into her eyes, you said, "It's no longer possible for me to be with you. Take care of yourself." Since that day, she still doesn't drink coffee.
She only remembers how once she used to dress for you, arrange herself just as you liked. Today she can't even stand before a mirror! She looks at her own eyes with suspicion. You've taken away even her right to look in a mirror.
She can no longer love anyone.

She can no longer think of anyone as a friend.

She can no longer trust anyone.

She can no longer tolerate anyone.
Having thrown her into such a wretched state, you had to find your path to happiness! How weak you are! Shame!
Three. We often wish to remain exactly as we are now. We do wish this, but it never happens. Our feelings change, our surroundings change, and the people around us change too.
Whatever we desperately want to preserve gradually fades away. So many people come into our lives—people we want to hold onto, people with whom we want to maintain good relationships—yet almost all of them become memories far too quickly.
So there's really no point in being so restless, in such a hurry. Feelings change, feelings also disappear. People will come, and they will go; yet we must live as life demands. This is what life means.
If you grow as a person, bring richness to your life, become someone significant, you will gradually find yourself alone. Remember, those who are with you now will not grow in exactly the same way you do, will not become as significant or as enriched.
There's truly no need to forget the past. The past has its purpose. Without the past, how would we learn?
Yes, in life we must keep just as much of the past as teaches us how to live. If we want to live, we must learn to avoid mistakes. Not just from our own past, but from all the wise people we will encounter in life—we must learn from them too.
What will happen, will happen. But we can make the path beautiful through our own decisions and actions.
Four. When you're desperately heartbroken, crying until nothing feels good anymore, the person you instinctively text—that person is someone you truly trust.
When you're drowning in terrible melancholy, your insides churning, and you pour out even those unspeakable words to someone, gushing forth—that person is someone you deeply believe in.
Standing in torrential rain, in pitch-dark evening, or by a silent seashore, when you want to hold someone close and sob your heart out, or when you desperately want to cry—that person is someone you love deeply.
In exactly the same way, when someone wants to sit quietly holding your hand in infinite sadness, they trust you. When someone, in unbearable inner turmoil, wants just a small claim to cry freely against your chest, that person loves you.
In life's sorrow-stained dark times, people want an enduring ray of light like the sun's constant radiance; when they stumble and fall, they want a strong hand to pull them up and hold them steady.
They want someone to know the count of their melancholy nights soaked in sadness; they want someone like a lampflame's fragment of shadow to stay beside them—someone they trust, someone they believe in, and someone they love deeply, even for no reason at all.
**Thought: Eight Hundred Seventy-Three

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One. A person can nurture intense hatred for the very same person they once held in tremendous love.
A person who was once ready to give their life for someone in fierce love can, when that relationship breaks apart, be ready to take that same person's life in fierce hatred.
Love itself is a terribly complex thing. The deeper a love goes, the more terrible a hatred it can also become.
The more intense a love, the sharper it becomes.
The person for whom I once spent nights crying, now with time's turning, even the thought of that same person makes me recoil with disgust.
Actually, love is like pure diamond. The most precious thing, yet that same diamond is also terrifyingly sharp, capable of silently and skillfully cutting everything to pieces.
Yet still people love; like coal burnt in fire, still people yearn to burn and to be burnt. Yet still, for some strange, inexplicable reason, people remain desperately eager to kill themselves again and again by swallowing the poison called love...
Two. If human beings didn't harbor such hesitation and reluctance about suicide, half the world's population would close their eyes and kill themselves.
If there were no death throes at the moment of dying, three-quarters of the world's people would die voluntarily, impulsively, at any random moment.
A harsh truth of the present world is this: among the seven and a half billion people crowding this earth, more than half are actually dead; they merely remain animate, resembling the living.
When someone strangles our beliefs to death, we die for the first time; when we see the person we love walking hand in hand with someone else, we die for the second time; when someone buries our dreams alive, we die for the final time.
After the death of our beliefs, love, and dreams, nothing remains of us. No further breaking can break us more; no fire can burn us anymore.
After a certain point, we become robots made of flesh and blood; then we walk, move, return, do everything; we just don't live.
Eventually we ourselves forget that we were once alive, that we once laughed heartily, sang with full hearts; that we once truly lived.
Yet suddenly, on some midnight, we break into wailing sobs at our own funeral. Our hearts seem to shatter with overwhelming tenderness for ourselves! Standing before a mirror, staring at the person in the reflection, we ask in amazement, "How did you die!?"
Three. One who has no fear of losing you has no joy or feeling in finding you either.
One who has no inclination to hold onto you has no urge to care for you tenderly either.
One who places no value on even a sliver of your smile places no worth on your existence either.
Every human being is invaluable. Every human being is extraordinary. Your extraordinariness, your greatness will receive its true worth only if you encounter the right person.
But the problem here is that finding this right person is one of life's most difficult chapters—a chapter whose pages, even when turned countless times, don't easily reveal the correct page.
And because we can't find it, we repeatedly write correct words on wrong pages, spend pure emotions in wrong places.
"I don't need anyone, I don't want anyone," we say, wearing out our voices daily, yet one day, on some sun-drenched, melancholy afternoon, we suddenly realize: "It's true I don't want anyone. Yet somehow my heart desperately wants someone—someone against whose chest I can press my head and simply weep, someone into whose eyes I can look and simply die!"
Four. Forget about him. Don't keep him in mind at all.
The man who sleeps peacefully with another woman's form carefully preserved in his heart—is it for him that you're destroying your sleep?
The man who has been deeply absorbed in long conversations with another woman—is it from him that you wait for hours and hours, staring vacantly at your phone screen, hoping for a tiny message?
For whom are you posting these long, emotional status updates on your wall? For that person who spends their entire day on another girl's wall? Who doesn't even have time to look at your posts?
At this very moment, you're crying your heart out for someone who is devoting everything they have to keeping another girl happy and content!
Is there really any point in giving your all to someone who cannot give you theirs, and taking on so much stress in the process?
You must treat people as they treat you. If you don't, they'll think you're weak. People don't help the weak—given the chance, they strike instead.
Five. Stop arguing.

Stop responding.

Stop winning.

Stop trying.

Stop caring.

Stop overthinking.

Stop resenting.

Stop explaining.

Stop asking.

Stop spying.
Remember, silence is the best revenge.
Do whatever you want to do.

Let them think whatever they want to think.

Simply put on a silent smile on your face. Gradually, all their smiles will vanish away. Wait to see.
Silence wins when words fail.
Six. In childhood we wanted to grow up; having grown up, we want to become children again.
In childhood we played at love; grown up, we begin to act at love.
In childhood we could speak the truth perfectly; growing up, we learn to lie abhorrently.
In childhood we said with longing, "When will I grow up!" Having grown up, we say with regret, "If only I could be small again!"
Life is like a river. Flowing onward, how much must be left behind on both banks! How much must be broken and destroyed to move forward! Moving, moving—not toward any fixed destination, but into the vast ocean itself, where there is no shore, no boundary!
On the banks left behind, we must abandon so much affection, so many memories, so much love...!
If human life could be turned back like the hands of a clock to exactly the same place again and again, every person would always return to their childhood. No one would ever want to grow up a second time. Never! The agony of growing up is no small thing.
The more we grow, the lonelier we become. The more age advances, the more unbearable new lines are added to the ledger of memory. The more we grow, the more that pristine white heart becomes wounded all over with dark stains.
The greatest trouble with growing up is that you can never become small again. In childhood, we could be genuinely delighted with just a two-rupee note in hand; having grown up, we can't feel even a fraction of that joy holding a sack of two crore rupees. The more we grow, the more we lose our capacity for joy.
Really, human life itself is a riddle. Standing on this bank, the far shore of the river looks wonderfully beautiful; reaching that shore, we discover this bank was actually more beautiful.
From the roof of this world, the stars look like pearls; from the courtyard of those stars, this world looks like a bead.
Every day we live believing we'll live tomorrow. Yet on some harsh, lonely dawn of life, or in some terribly pitch-dark night, we discover that saying "we'll live tomorrow, we'll live tomorrow," we never lived a single day—we were merely alive.
One day I realize that in our rush to keep pace with growing up, we lose ourselves in such tangled ways that sometimes, standing before a mirror and gazing at our own reflection, we say in wonder, "This person—is this really me?"
Reflection: Eight Hundred Seventy-Four

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One. Why hasn't she let anyone into her life until now?
Because these days, boys' thoughts all seem somehow alike. Shallow, typical, narrow! Eat, drink, have fun. That's it! No one seems capable of thinking beyond this! Such boundless limitation of thought!
Because these days, boys don't have much in their heads. Given space and opportunity, they sleep around whenever they please, spend the rest of their time trying to dominate, roam about with a different girl each day! Life revolves in this very cycle! That's it! There's nothing worth talking about with them. None of them have any gray matter worth mentioning. No sense of humor, no common sense, no self-respect. There's nothing worth engaging with in them!
Because these days, boys don't want to make or receive promises; instead, they want to stay in relationships they can exit whenever they please. They have no emotions, only lust. The moment they step out of the room, all feelings seem to flee!
Because these days, boys think love means sitting in a room drinking, smoking cigarettes, romancing while watching movies on Netflix. That's life for them! That's it! Going out together, taking time to understand each other—who thinks about such things anymore! For them, dating has come to mean unrestricted freedom to touch as they please.
Because these days, boys are beautiful only in texts, not in reality. Caring only in Messenger, not in reality. Heroes only in Facebook posts, not in reality. They kill tigers and elephants with their mouths, but can't actually kill a mosquito in real life. All their brains have moved to their mouths and the tips of their tongues today—nothing left in their heads, completely empty!
Because these days, boys don't know how to take responsibility, don't know how to stand with their spines straight, lack mental maturity too. Binding one's life with them is the same as dreaming of crossing the ocean in a broken boat. They only ask their girlfriends for a little more time, and instead of preparing themselves, they waste time on trivial pursuits.
Because these days, boys are far too greedy. If they find someone better, they easily forget the previous one. They seem to wait eagerly to respond to temptation! They've completely forgotten the meaning of commitment today!
Because these days, when boys don't know how to take their own lives seriously, how can they take someone else's life seriously? They don't know how to take responsibility for themselves—how will they take responsibility for another? They don't know how to keep themselves well—by what magic will they keep another well?
Because these days, boys want to be your boyfriend in front of you while going around saying they're single; yet they also want you to be their girlfriend in front of them and spend your life being loyal to them always. They want to remain polygamous while keeping you monogamous! I mean... what can I say, even audacity has its limits!
Because these days, boys can't even begin to fathom how emotional she is, how passionate, how crazy, how loyal, how caring, how sophisticated! The depth of love she's capable of giving—today's boys lack the capacity to receive such love! None of them have the qualifications to even approach the vicinity of her taste and realm of thought. She rarely sees boys these days with the mental stature to sit and converse with her! None of the boys around her have the sense to catch her humor!
Exactly the kind of boy who would suit her temperament, who would truly deserve her, exists somewhere perhaps. But who will go looking! Who will take that risk! Far, far better to spend life alone, in one's own company, than to bind one's existence to just anyone and live as a nobody.
Even if she gains nothing else from this, at least she'll be able to live in peace, comfort, and contentment with a worthy person—herself!
Two. The person who loves me with the fury of a storm sends me vast texts every day, essay-length compositions, and waits...for when I might write back even a single line in response.
And here I am, answering with utter negligence...fine.
The person I love by pouring out everything like a waterfall—I write long texts to them every day and wait, hoping they'll write at least one line...
After keeping me waiting for hours, they suddenly send a perfunctory reply, very reluctantly...fine.
I've heard that the one they love with the turbulence of a tempest—they send prose-length texts to that person every day, waiting eagerly for them to write even a single line.
After several hours, apparently, they get a perfunctory response...fine.
Fine, does the person who sends me texts daily and receives neglect in return also curl their lips and cry every midnight in anguish at not having me, just as I too flood my chest with tears every midnight in the piercing pain of not having someone else?
The one who wants someone doesn't get them.

The one who gets someone doesn't want them.
Three. Whoever's life it is will live it according to their capacity, opportunity, and preference. They don't eat my food or wear my clothes. I don't stand by them in their troubles either. If they die unfed or without medical treatment, it makes no difference to me.
In such cases, passing judgment on their personal matters is the height of foolishness. Seeing such fools makes me want to beat them with shoes. But I don't, because shoes cost more.
Four. Let no one question the taste of the fair man who married the dark girl and lives happily.

Let no one speak ill of the rich father's beloved daughter who has been in love with that penniless poor boy for years.
When two people of different religions marry out of love, let no one call them antisocial.
Let the chains of society not bind the love of those who take each other's hands believing they will find happiness together.
Let no one measure anyone's happiness by society's so-called standards of high-low, rich-poor, black-white. May these judgmental people in society be destroyed.
Let measurements of wealth, color of skin, boundaries of religion not become barricades in anyone's love. Let love be universal, let affection be sacred, let the equation of happiness be entirely personal.
Let envy-hatred-malice lose, let every love win. Let peace alone be the fundamental principle of love.
**Thought: Eight Hundred Seventy-Five

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One. People gradually decay and eventually become exhausted and sick if they stay with the wrong person and are constantly mentally tortured. Then no strength remains—neither in body nor in mind. Melancholy and depression take hold of everything. A kind of escapism pervades all thoughts constantly. Everything seen and thought seems irritating. Even the desire to live becomes progressively exhausted.
Despite everything, somehow all the blame invariably falls upon his shoulders. Then he grows utterly weary of answering various accusatory questions, a profound aversion takes hold. He simply feels: let whoever wishes to win, win however they like. Even winning no longer brings him joy. Until death, he must carry these unbearable torments. Searching and searching for peace, one day he dies. Everyone assumes he died of illness. Only Providence knows the real story.
Two. When you speak truth to someone's face, pointing out their faults, people will assume you're ill-mannered. When you stop pointing out such faults, people will assume you're cowardly and opportunistic, lacking the honest courage to speak truth.
When you directly declare your love to someone, people will understand you to be shameless and brazen; but when you cannot bring yourself to say anything at all, they'll assume you're stubborn and arrogant.
When you're quick-witted and spirited by nature, people will understand you to be unruly; when you're slow and gentle, people will think you weak.
When you love to travel, roam about everywhere, chat with friends, make merry, then in everyone's eyes you're frivolous. But when you never leave home, have no gatherings or friends, then in people's judgment you're utterly antisocial.
When you wear beautiful clothes, branded goods, and stay fashion-conscious, then you're showing off. When your dress is disheveled, you use cheap things, and remain indifferent to fashion, then you're shabby, unsmart.
Whatever you do, whatever you say, however you conduct yourself, no matter how perfect you might be, people will find gaps and crevices, and even with a microscope will surely discover some flaw or other in you.
These so-called critics are actually fault-finders. In our lives they're essentially like weeds that grow wild and untended. No matter how much you neglect them, no matter how much disdain or irritation you show, they'll sprout anyway. Even if you kick them, for some strange reason they'll come hovering around your feet again.
If you're happy driving away forest buffalo while eating at home, then drive away buffalo. Even if you tend domestic cattle instead of chasing wild buffalo, people will still call you that same worthless cowherd. Not everyone knows how to speak positively. Positivity is a great virtue that not everyone possesses.
Rather than living joylessly trying to present yourself as flawless in others' eyes, it's far wiser to live happily in your own way, even if flawed in others' eyes.
Three. Mobile network unites,

Mobile phone divides.
Four. (Since knowledge diminishes through lack of practice...)

Don't be angry with me, father. I'm in pain. You shouldn't do this, father. Why don't you like me? Don't you think of me? Who are you angry with? Don't you feel pain? You shouldn't do this. You go secretly, those who go secretly don't do such things, they steal, they take money from nearby. And you steal money during the day. How does it feel to me? Don't you understand why? Father, don't make my heart so bad. If my heart becomes bad, will you read this message, will my heart become good, do you understand? Don't you love me now like before? Don't you care? Why? Won't death come to your life, is that it? I'm also saying, my name won't be tarnished, I won't leave death either. Your love is only mine, only I am your mother's child, I will remain alone. Do you understand?