The Plaster of Thought-walls: 118

 Reflection: Eight Hundred Twenty

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 One. Being employed is no easy task—you remain captive at home, captive at the office.
 Business is better!
 Two. In a flock of sheep, being a lion is itself a crime.
 History tells us that if I am not worthy of even someone's hair, then when committing the most despicable injustice against them, forget my chest—not even a single hair of mine will tremble! To show oneself wounded at every moment before the uncivilized is the perpetual fate of the worthy.
 The more you deserve, the more you suffer.
 Three. A small request:
 If you cannot help someone who is depressed, that's fine, but never mock their depression. Unless you have been through such a state yourself, it is impossible—forget understanding—even to imagine what they are going through! Another person's depression is not material for your jest.
 Four. Many of you here, though unable to recite or perform readings, write beautifully. A new idea has occurred to me for them.
 From now on, you may write about any of my writings or speeches and send them to me, or post them in the group. If there are any errors in spelling, usage, or style in your writing, I will correct those mistakes.
 My writings can be read on my website. I'll provide the address for sending your pieces in the comments.
 Two conditions:

 Write about my work, not about me personally.

 Your other writings will not fall within the scope of this initiative.
 I'm considering whether to turn this new venture into a competition with prizes.
 Postscript. I notice pronunciation problems in many people. Even skilled elocutionists are not beyond this limitation. I'm suggesting four books for you. Learning about pronunciation from these books will greatly resolve your problems:
 Bangla Academy's Modern Bengali Dictionary (Editor: Jamil Chowdhury)

 Bangla Academy's Bengali Pronunciation Dictionary (Author: Noren Biswas)

 Sahitya Samsad's Bengali Pronunciation Dictionary (Author: Subhash Bhattacharya)

 Bookland Limited's Bengali Pronunciation Lexicon (Compiler: Professor Dhirananda Thakur)
 (If you cannot find these books, let me know, I'll upload them to the group.)
 Five. If you observe carefully, you'll notice that sometimes a particular person will seem extraordinarily beautiful to you. Even if the person is coal-black, you'll think, ah, here's someone more radiant than the moon! Despite acne scars on their face, burnt-black marks on their lips, or an extremely unsightly appearance, only this person will seem to you the most attractive person in the world.
 Why does this happen?
 This happens because it is not the person, but love itself that is truly beautiful.
 Yes, because this thing called love is beautiful, your parents continue to seem evergreen to you, so very dear, even when they have become bent with age. For precisely this reason, that special person appears to you as the most beautiful in the world, seems so utterly your own despite being no blood relation, and when they're beside you, you feel the joy of having conquered the entire world.
 The whole affair becomes muddled only when love begins to diminish. Gradually, all flaws begin to catch the eye, one by one. The belly that once seemed soft as cotton gradually begins to appear grotesquely fat. The eyes that seemed like the endless expanse of ocean waters begin to seem like a truly hideous tornado!
That hair which once seemed like the dark nights of Jibanananda's distant lands now appears to be the disgusting scales of giant cockroach legs!
One who cannot bear your paunch does not truly love you.

You have no right to the love of one whose paunch you cannot tolerate.

Once you truly love someone, you see only the person, not their belly.

With effort, a paunch can be reduced, but the ugliness of the mind is virtually impossible to diminish!
Thus love keeps changing its colors.
Yet, at day's end, some love remains love. Some colors never fade. Some eyes never grow old. Some faces never lose their enchantment. Some voices never go out of tune.
There remain some foolish people, for whom love does not rot in sagging bellies, sun-burned thick lips, or sweat-soaked, foul-smelling bodies, whose affection does not diminish. The inner world of these foolish people is so beautiful! Those who carelessly push away such beauty do not truly deserve this thing called love.
Yes, some people truly love. Some people truly know how to love. One who knows how to love—their sorrow is infinite. And one who does not know how to receive love—their entire life is filled with regret. One can live with sorrow, but living with regret is truly very difficult!
The Creator does not send everyone to earth with the line of love's fortune written on their foreheads. Those on whose foreheads He draws this rare line before sending them to earth—He actually writes half of heaven permanently into their fate before dispatching them to this world.
Perhaps this is why the pain of separation feels equal to death. Perhaps this is why, through the ages, people have not hesitated to die rather than endure the agony of separation.
Yet questions remain. When separation is caused not by circumstances but by one of the two people involved, can one walk the path of death with sound judgment? If we consider the responsibility of circumstances, then where both people's love is pure, can love be judged by attainment or non-attainment? If not, then where does the relevance of walking toward death even arise?
What greater defeat exists than voluntary death? What triumph of joy could be greater than dancing through life, thumbing one's nose at both the beloved and the Creator? Life is greater than all the world's shame, disgrace, and suffering. No event in this world has ever been more glorious than staying alive, nor ever will be. Even lifetimes of failure surrender before a single moment's breath!
**Reflection: Eight Hundred Twenty-One

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One. Better to lose at play than to be lost at the fair.
Two. We say with our mouths that love is heavenly, yet we hope for it while sitting in hell's lap! You have to understand—expecting angelic treatment from the world's devils is sheer foolishness! All this weeping and wailing truly serves no purpose! The love of this world is not otherworldly or heavenly; at day's end, it is earthly or hellish. The residents of earth don't get heaven's privileges, so you won't find that realm's love and affection from these poor souls. They can barely manage their own tears—where's the time to wipe yours? It's better to accept this and love while maintaining disbelief in things like "meaning, in our happy home two doves shall build their nest." Heaven's love resides not in the beloved's eyes but in the poet's verse! Your lover is a living devil, you too are a living devil. Devils are brothers and sisters. No problem at all!
When the mind grows too restless, this poor soul reads a few love-filled verses and takes a long afternoon nap. Sleep makes the whole world cool!
Three. Before dancing to someone's tune, check whether they have the ability and willingness to heal your broken leg if you break it while dancing.
Before joining any procession, one must anticipate its consequences.
Four. Countless people understand the worth of a person's heart and mind.

But none of them can have him.

Yet the one who gets him is the only one who doesn't understand his worth!
Five. Suppose your chest is churning with intense, suppressed agony. You desperately want to cry. You frantically search through hundreds of saved numbers on your phone but can't find a single person you can hold tight against your chest and weep freely. You have many friends, but not one you can embrace and cry with. If this happens to you, you are truly unfortunate.
Suppose among hundreds of chats in your chat list, you can't find even one person you trust enough to pour out the words packed tight in your chest for hours on end, without any hesitation. Know for certain that you are among those for whom living is most difficult.
Imagine you are deeply depressed. Your loved ones fill the house, or hundreds of people crowd around you, yet not one of them can detect your depression—they all mistake your tear-hiding mask for your actual face. Accept it: you are profoundly alone.
Seven and a half billion people fill this earth, yet there isn't a single person anywhere to whom you can speak your heart freely.
Sometimes, even walking hand in hand, two people remain miles apart from each other; even lying embraced together, one lives millions of miles away from the other.
Even amid such crowds of people, the absence of just one person—someone who can understand and someone to whom you can speak—makes all other great deprivations pale in comparison.
We can sit side by side as friends, remain bound in relationships as lovers year after year, lie body touching body as husband and wife, yet we cannot let anyone touch the real 'I' that lives within us. In our entire lifetime, we never find anyone we can speak to and listen to, understand and make understand.
Pockets full of money, air-conditioned rooms, or sitting in expensive cars—even with all this, on this human-packed planet, we will simply die one day carrying the greatest sense of deprivation: the absence of just one person who suits our heart. Before death, we will never know anyone who truly fits our soul, never release that accumulated sigh and tell someone in an unburdened voice... I too had so much to say!
Six. The burden of position increases a person's capacity for manipulation.
Seven. There's no more gorgeous foolishness than trying to force someone to love you.
Eight. You can love me or you can hate me. I really don't care about your love or hatred. Because it's your choice, it matters nothing to me. I respect everyone's choices including mine. Only what I care about is whether your approach disturbs me or not. If you disturb me, I'll try my best to block you from my life even if you love me. If you don't disturb me, I'll always respect you even if you hate me. I don't judge you. I don't judge your love for me. I don't judge your hatred for me.
I'm busy with my life. Get busy with your life.
 Even lovers who make me feel low are haters. Even haters who make me feel high are lovers. My brain works in this way. Do you think it's shallow, wrong, bullshit? Yes, it is. Stay happy with your assumption. I'm OK with it. Don't worry, you will never have to live with my brain.
 Love or no-love is a highly relative thing. My brain hardly gets into this complicated trap. It just identifies one thing: a peace state or a no-peace state. In case of a peace state, it responds: Yes, it's good! In case of a no-peace state, it responds: No, it's not good!...As simple as that!
 Are you going to receive the next Nobel Prize? Well, it's cool! Congratulations! Are you as dumb as a donkey? Well, it's cool! Congratulations! I've no interest in your achievements or failures. If you make me feel bad, I'm ready to spit on your achievements. If you make me feel good, I'm ready to smile on your failures. If you think I'm ugly, don't look at me. I'm happy with my ugliness. It's my life, not yours. Only I am to bear it, not you. I really don't need your certificate even if you have won the Nobel Prize three times. I abhor a judgemental person even if they win a Nobel every year. There is little difference between an educated person and an illiterate person when both of them are judgemental.
 How you make me feel is how you are. If you make me feel good, you are good. If you make me feel bad, you are bad. Period.
 Reflection: Eight Hundred Twenty-Two

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 One. Thanks to those who abandoned me in troubled times.

 Because they left, I learned to walk alone.
 Thanks to those who threw me into danger at random moments.

 Because of them, I learned the magical incantation of standing up again and again, even after falling.
 Thanks to those who showed me false dreams.

 Piecing together those broken fragments of dreams, I learned to weave hundreds of dreams all by myself.
 Thanks to those who broke my trust.

 With my heart cut again and again by the glass of those shattered dreams, I learned to distrust the entire world.
 Thanks to those who made promises and didn't keep them.

 Standing on those broken vows, I learned the oath of never breaking anyone's oath.
 Thanks to those who never wanted to hear about the pain accumulated inside this chest.

 Gathering these unspoken pains, stringing together words like garlands, I learned to write poetry.
 Thanks to those who shattered this heart piece by piece.

 Because they made me understand the cruel agony of heartbreak, I learned the discipline of never consciously breaking anyone's heart.
 Thanks to you all, who burned me to ashes—because of this burning, I became pure like refined gold.
 Two. People pray for two kinds of people to stay alive:
 1. Those they love.

 2. Those from whom they receive money.
 Three. Very few people can explain any event from a completely impersonal perspective.
Most people explain that part of an event which, had it happened in their own lives, would have secretly pleased them—by venting rage against it, or by venting rage against whoever caused it to happen. Unfulfillment and dislike keep them distant from truth. The opposite is equally true. That is, they speak about an event by expressing support for that part which has occurred in their lives, or for the person connected to it. Such blindness springs not from ignorance, but from malice. Both this support and protest revolve around the experience, position, whims, interests, and so forth of the person offering opinions—someone far removed from the actual event. He thinks he proceeds by reason, yet he proceeds by belief. When belief guides reason, finding truth there becomes impossible.
In such cases, judgment and consideration can never be transparent or dispassionate—this is only natural. People with judgmental attitudes are driven not by understanding and conscience, but by envy and anger. Experience shows that such people remain the same whether they're eating or starving, whether they win Nobel prizes or not.
Four. If you don't eat when caught,

You'll never learn to be human!
Five. An old enemy is safer than a new friend.
Six. When you make a mistake, you must stay silent. This is the first step of courtesy.

Even when you make no mistake, you must stay silent. This is the first step of marriage.
Seven. Very few people embrace any philosophy or consciousness merely through love or through understanding it well and holding it in their hearts. Most embrace it for three main reasons:
They're forced to embrace it out of fear or pressure,

or embracing it brings some benefit (profit),

or they like the source or person from whom that consciousness or philosophy originated.
To know someone's true consciousness, you must give them unlimited freedom. What consciousness can a dependent person have? How would your domestic help dare tell you that he's never seen anyone fatter than you in his life? Where does he have that financial strength or security of free speech?
You can eat biryani with your own money or with someone else's money. Though the paths differ, the core consciousness remains biryani. When you feed someone biryani, they love you. Here, you don't exist in their consciousness—only biryani does. If you want to test their love, stop feeding them biryani and see what happens! It's also possible they like your philosophy. For how long? Only as long as that philosophy speaks of biryani.
Philosophy, principles, morality...people worry little about these; their main headache concerns what profit they can extract from them. Those who dislike your work might change their ideological position if they could do that work themselves or got the opportunity. Looking at the relativity of good and bad, giving any definitive verdict becomes largely impossible. Each person's experience and needs differ. Therefore, standing in one's own position, no rational judgment can be made about anyone except oneself.
When someone speaks for or against something, don't immediately assume they're truly applying conscience and understanding to say such things. Belief originates from experience, understanding, and need—yet under situational pressure, any one of these three can instantly nullify the other two. For whatever reason, what people dislike, whom they dislike, they generally dislike almost everything about them.
Another thing some people learn to dislike—what they wanted or want, but didn't get or don't get. Even seeing those who have obtained that thing unsettles their mood. Though their anger is really directed at their own inability or failure to attain it, they pour it all out on someone who has succeeded. Very few people possess the mental maturity to accept the good aspects even from something they dislike. What our intentions and destiny are, at day's end, that is what we become.
Thought: Eight Hundred Twenty-Three

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One. When a girl who is both naive and foolish falls recklessly in love with you, you will often feel that dying would be far, far easier than enduring such turmoil every moment. Love that brings no peace is worse than death. And solitude? That is paradise itself! Love without tranquility is lower than hell.
There is nothing more terrible than a reckless lover. Turbulent love is the most frightening thing in this world. Never, ever fall in love with someone whose only occupation is loving you. They want to turn their beloved into a faithful dog or a slavish servant. Often we see that in their loving, they unknowingly become actual psychopaths. Once a relationship is formed with a psychopath, escaping from it literally drains the life out of you!
Even the purest love in the world seems meaningless and harmful to me if it destroys peace of mind. Living in extreme hatred is more joyful than this. A person who claims to love but doesn't let you live in peace—after a while, even the slightest affection for them disappears. Then you find that even if that person suffers to the point of near death, hardly any grief stirs in your heart! That is even more painful, because accepting such oceanic indifference toward someone who loves me so much is difficult. Being human has many complications—even ignoring the demands of irritating love creates intense guilt.
Life's final word is this—whether in love or not, live in peace. Peace alone is truth!
Two. Wanting to be a priority to someone who has countless options is itself a kind of foolishness. If you want to be a priority to someone, or at least matter to them, you must remove those reasons that make you insignificant to them.
Three. Small minds invest their time on the learning that pleases them.

Average minds invest their time on the learning that proves them.

Great minds invest their time on the learning that challenges them.
Four. Making concessions and walking away—the exact midpoint between these two positions is what we call marriage.
Five. I had prepared an essay on intermittent fasting and various aspects of fasting or abstinence according to different religious philosophies, after considerable study. Those interested may read it.
I created this piece with much effort; please don't comment without reading it—I humbly request this.
By the way, the essay is somewhat long. For those with much busyness or laziness, or little patience, this writing is not for you. All your negative opinions about the length of the writing will be disregarded with disrespect. Thank you.
Six. I love you accepting all your abilities and inabilities. That you cannot help but love me—this is your greatest power; that you are perfectly fine even without loving me—this too is your equally great inability. Both are true to me, and everything true is beautiful!
This very beauty is religion! You have taught me to live within such beauty. Thank you!
I answer each of your indifferences one by one with the purest fragrance of my love. Not thinking you need to possess me, however much you win in the joy of winning, knowing I will not possess you, I win precisely that much in the joy of losing. Joy here is equal on both sides. Happiness here is constant, self-emanating.
The power to leave often bows its head before the satisfaction of staying. Who doesn't know that the most beautiful conflict in the world has been playing out since ancient times between the duty of justice and the demand for acceptance!
There is a kind of strength in being able to accept, there is peace. You perhaps won't understand that much. Because you cannot accept just me alone, you've been conquering the entire world within the boundaries of your vision lately, while here, because I can accept just you, I've conquered the entire world of my heart long ago! However exhausted you are from constantly trying to push me away, I am that much more unburdened from not trying to pull you close.
If you ever learn to love well, you'll understand that day that both love and lovelessness happen in the absence of conscious external effort. Death, love, lovelessness—all come through an infinite serene understanding, an understanding where the inner conversation between mind and soul continues endlessly. Love and death are essentially wordless great music.
Seven. In this world, a far, far, far greater misfortune than not receiving anyone's love is being unable to love anyone. A person who receives many people's love but cannot love anyone lives a life more painful than any other. The inability to feel love keeps a person submerged in the deep ocean of helplessness. Being able to hold selfless love for someone in one's heart is a matter of intense joy.
Eight. If you cannot accept that I am bad,

What then, tell me, will happen knowing that you are good?
All that is bad in me, I can show without hesitation to the one

Who, leaving everything behind, I go to, calling them beloved.
Nine. I do not

Keep you in mind—

Keeping in mind just happens!

You do not

Stay forgetting me—

Staying forgotten just happens!
Time flows on,

So many countless nameless feelings

Increase and gradually decrease...

This is how we

Remain even in not remaining!
Ten. A person who never praises your right actions but comes running to condemn your wrong ones is not your critic but a hater. There is nothing to learn or gain from them. There's nothing to keep such a person close for either. If they won't leave, you yourself move away, before it gets too late. I have personally moved away those relatives and family members, or moved away from them myself, whose presence disturbs mental peace. The relationship of hearts is far greater than blood relationships. If you notice, some of your so-called friends are also in that group. Those friends feel pain whether they see you in distress or see you well. Isn't that strange!? What do they actually want! A person who is unhappy at a friend's sorrow and also unhappy at their happiness is actually unhappy at the friend's happiness, not at their sorrow. Is there really any need to keep such people in life?
Thought: Eight Hundred Twenty-Four

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One. In this world, the less one's means, the greater their ostentation and showing off.
Two. One cannot develop a sense of ownership over someone for whom that very sense is embarrassing.
Rights must flow from both directions; if they come from only one side, they become a source of irritation. It's better to live with this understanding, otherwise later you hang your head in shame and embarrassment. What's the point of surrendering after selling off your self-respect?
Three. Dear brother/sister/friend, I extend my greetings. One thing. I truly don't know why you follow me, but I certainly know this: if you don't follow me, I don't lose a penny. This means I don't get paid when you follow me, nor do I gain any additional peace. I run this page purely from my own inclinations; your approval has no value to me. If something I like also happens to please you, that's purely coincidental. For all the service I've given you, I haven't taken a single penny from you in return. Therefore, I have not the slightest obligation or duty to fulfill any of your demands or tolerate snide comments or behavior.
How do I view you, you ask? Very simply. I notice whether your behavior or comments irritate me or not. If they do irritate me, I'll place you somewhere from where you can no longer come to this page and bother me. You might manage it by opening a fake ID, then I'll place you there again. That's the extent of my perspective. I have neither the desire nor the time to repeatedly find myself irritated. I never knock on anyone's door asking them to read or view my posts, no one on this earth has ever requested you to follow my page or ID. You came here of your own free will. I have no particular desire to learn from or receive anything from you. There are certainly some exceptional people, and they know I'm not talking about them.
Why? As I said, if you're not here, nothing changes for me. Think about it yourself! How do you feel when someone irritates you—someone you don't irritate, have never irritated in this life, and have no possibility of ever irritating? Or why would you pamper someone whose irritating behavior brings you no benefit when you tolerate it? We remain silent when someone irritates us only when we're absolutely compelled to. Busy life; you can take someone's nonsense once, not repeatedly.
Don't think me arrogant. I'm actually busy. Because I respect my own busyness, I generally don't take on unnecessary suffering. This might seem like arrogance to you, but to me it's simply common sense. This much common sense is needed for living—I mean, I need it. If you don't like looking at me, don't look. If you don't like my work or me, don't come near me. Simple calculation, isn't it! I have no interest in anything about you. Your such interest deeply irritates me. This isn't some universal rule; it's only my personal rule. The life is mine, so the rules are mine too. And if my antics irritate you, then both of us benefit if you don't follow me. I don't post anything on the page that would make you lose your mind if you didn't see it, that you'd die without seeing, that no one could save you from!
I am like this... Why should Sushanta Pal be like this? Sushanta Pal could never be like this! Sushanta Pal should be such and such way!
This must be fake!...Keep all your fancy thoughts tucked away in your breast pocket. You truly don't know me, and I don't know you either. Don't come here to judge me. I don't even have time to judge you! Though even if I had the time, I wouldn't do it—not even if my life depended on it. There's no worse mentality than wanting to judge someone. If you want to respond to my work, talk about the work itself—if you must talk at all—not about me. When you address a person's work by discussing the work, that's called criticism; when you talk about the person instead, that's called venom-spitting. Criticism requires brains; anyone can spew venom.
Thank you. Take care, and accept my love.
Four. If love is heavenly, peace is heaven. Wherever there is peace, there is heaven, no matter there is love or not. If you love someone, the first and last gift you can give them is peace, not love. When you start thinking that you have got every right to destroy someone's peace in the name of love, it's time to look at your soul, maybe you are just feeding your ego. It's NOT love. Even a relationship without love survives well if and only if there is peace in it. You cannot insist someone to love you only because you love them. It's foolish, it's idiotic, it's ridiculous, it's irrational. Stop uttering all those lovely words to express your unfathomable love. They rather irritate. Feeling irritated is feeling unloved.
Your love is your problem, their no-love is their choice. Your problem cannot marry someone else's choice. Period.
When is love heavenly? Well, it's heavenly only when it's heavenly for both persons, NOT for one of them. Otherwise, it is selfish as it only feeds the soul of the person who finds it heavenly. There is no love between the persons who cannot accept each other exactly in the way as they are. Accepting differences is being in love. If you can accept only the good things or only the things you like about someone, you better stop calling it love. Surely, you or they or both of you will suffer and regret later. Wait and see.
Everyone has some sides that you like. If you cannot make a trade-off between the bright sides and the dark ones they have, never claim that you love them. You don't find any good side in someone? Still you love them? Ahhh so cute...so disgusting! Your true love is good for building thousands of Tajmahals, not for building a relationship.
If you think you can change anyone in your own way by means of your love, please please please do stop watching the Bengali romantic movies like Bhalobasa Dibi Ki Na Bol or the rubbish stuffs like that. Right now! Love follows no logic only when both of the two lovers involved agree to follow no logic. Grow up. Learn to accept the fact that not always not changing means not loving. Never claim that your love is UNCONDITIONAL if, maybe unknowingly, you have your own conditions about it.
Use your brain as well while using your heart for someone who uses their brain while using their heart.
Peace is the last word in the world that matters in life. You may disagree. Well, it's fine. Now start disturbing someone who disagrees as well, NOT someone who agrees. I respect all the should-be's and should-not-be's you believe in until and unless they do not interfere with my peace. Living without peace but dying with love means nothing to me. Maybe it means a lot to you. Okay, I adore your thought. Now, please go somewhere else to love someone else. I would rather hug someone who lets me live in peace than tolerate someone who lets me live in love.
Do I sound weird? Yes, I'm weird. Please leave me alone and go to someone else who is not weird.
Reflection: Eight Hundred Twenty-Five

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One. The nature of buying and selling is such that all transactions are solely between buyer and seller. Everyone else is just a third wheel with nothing useful to contribute. No matter what kind of purchase it is, if buyer and seller have no objections, outsiders have nothing to say about it. This doesn't take much brainpower to understand. Simple! When I buy books from various pages, I see several such busybodies jumping around. They literally need to be kicked out! Some people's shamelessness is truly at epic levels.
Two. Every human being eventually learns to act superbly. They learn to hide an entire corpse beneath their well-tailored clothes.
Alas, how many fragile dreams get perfectly molded in an instant under layers of heavy makeup; how much loss and longing people laugh away with expensive perfume; how many oceans of tears get completely hidden under the weight of branded kajal, mascara, eyeliner, or attractive lenses; how many devastated, burnt hearts sink deeper into darkness and gradually disappear behind high-resolution DSLR photos—none of this gets caught in this show-off virtual world!
None of us truly wants to know; we all just want to see the surface, judge by that alone, and rush to conclusions.
Someone posts "Life is beautiful!" then turns off the lights and sobs their heart out.
"I am the happiest soul on earth!" someone writes while planning their next suicide attempt.
Someone texts another "You are the first and last person in my life," then falls asleep with their head on someone else's chest.
And someone who says "I'll only live if you die!" every single moment is the same person who, in daily prayers, folds their hands before the Creator begging for that very person's long life.
This world is an invisible ocean of tears. People here can smile perfectly even with sorrow smeared across their eyes. Some can cultivate love in their hearts while throwing indifference from the corners of their eyes. Don't judge without knowing, without understanding. If you can't live someone's life the way they do, don't pass wrong judgment on that life!
The distance between people is already far too great. What's the point of increasing it further!
People cannot be truly known. No one can be properly understood. We can only guess. Looking from the outside, nothing can really be said for certain. Much remains unspoken, much meaning appears meaningless. And often we want to mistake meaninglessness for meaning and make decisions. Life doesn't follow a simple path.
Let us always keep these truths in our minds.
This world truly is a theater. Here everyone — as long as the final bell has not yet rung — continues to perform with such perfection! In different roles, the same person appears in different forms. The more skillfully one can act, the more successful they will be by worldly standards.
No, you do not know me.

No, I do not know you either.

All your assumptions about me are false.

All my assumptions about you are false.

Come, let us accept this simple truth right now!

Silence is more beautiful than assumptions or lies.
Three. After a certain time, people no longer seek beautiful women or wealthy men, but rather look for someone steady-rooted-responsible like a tree, in whose shade they can take shelter.
The playboy who goes around with thirteen girlfriends also wants a trustworthy person at day's end when he collapses into bed. The girl who changes boyfriends every few days like clothes also grows tired at some point and deeply wants someone permanent.
Men want some woman to become a safe-home or comfort-home in their lives, someone they can trust completely, who will organize their scattered existence.
Women also want someone to come into their lives, a person who will take root in their lives like a tree, who will arrange their chaotic existence.
At day's end, people want to settle down.
Men want peace, maternal affection. Women want assurance, paternal shelter.
Love, affection, and sexuality — all these may be present, but often trust and assurance are missing. Like a drop of lemon juice in a bucket of milk, the trouble begins precisely here, this is where the accounts don't balance. From here begins the genesis of loneliness and emptiness.
This is why some people, despite having dozens of boyfriends and girlfriends, feel terribly empty, while others feel completely, brimfully fulfilled with just one person. And some spend years alone, waiting for the right person to arrive in their lives.
Life gives on one hand and takes away on the other. In the end, the addition and subtraction always balance out.
Four. If I cannot see you, I will simply die that day.

If I cannot hear your voice, I will never want to hear anything again.

I could float forever in the current of your soft hair.

If I could live in your city, I probably wouldn't want anything else in this life.

I am alive today only because I exist in your prayers.

Looking into your eyes, I could spend thousands of springs or winters, carrying even this unemployment.

Even if death comes while responding to your gesture, I will not retreat in this life.

Without you, having everything would amount to nothing at all.

In exchange for having you, I could cheerfully sacrifice all of life's achievements.

There is no greater self-deception than thinking I must forget you.

That I could drag one life into another without thinking of you — this truly never happens.
This is how I used to think!

You made me think, so I thought. Or I thought, so I thought.

Today I understand that all human thoughts are essentially time's demands.

Some people survive even while dying. Some die even while living.
You are well, I am alive.

Between being able to forget and wanting to forget, I have been walking and walking on that bridge for so long...

Such living by slowly dying — this is what love means!
Five. Learn from experience. Earn your keep.
Give away. Take away.

Laugh while crying. Cry while laughing.
By the way, this is not how you invite people to pages or groups. When you're still alive, it's good to have a little shame and modesty.
Six. It's better to fall into greater trouble by your own intelligence than to fall into lesser trouble by someone else's. Even getting lifelong sorrow by following your own heart's path is better than later regretting having listened to someone's prohibition—even someone very close.
Reflection: Eight Hundred Twenty-Six

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One. Because you forget me,

Even while dying in agony...

Still, I remain alive!
Had you remembered me—

Perhaps under such weight of happiness...

I truly would have died one day!
Two. What torment! When exams go badly, even after studying hard, saying 'I studied a lot!' brings no benefit. But when exams go well, even without studying, saying 'I studied a lot!' creates no problem at all.
Three. Better asses fart better.
Four. The more they write 'classics', the more they disturb others. Anyone can write, it never means that anyone should.
A writer cannot create a reader, but their writings can. You write? Great! I respect you as long as you don't pull me by my collar to your writings. (...sounds like a dog-reader, huh?) I know you write classics, Sir! I'd throw some Nobel Prizes on your face if I could. Now stop your literary whining for God's sake!!
(... dedicated to the writers who believe in push marketing/ push selling)
Five. Don't force anyone to feel joy over your personal happiness.

Don't force anyone to feel sorrow over your personal grief.

People get annoyed when they have to accept imposed enthusiasm, no matter how close they are to you—they simply can't say anything out of respect for the relationship (sometimes for some interest or fear). If you want to dance in joy, go ahead and dance! Why go tell others, "Hey! You dance too!" It's laughable to see such things. If you want to cry, cry alone. All the value of your tears belongs to you alone.

However, yes, if someone does something of their own accord—whatever they do, seeing your laughter or tears—that's a different matter.

The truth is, if your time has value, then you cannot give or take anything for free.
Six. Let the idiots stay happy with whatever the hell they assume about you. Beware of the idiots who conclude on the basis of assumption.
Seven. The more you explain yourself to the people who don't deserve your explanation, the more you invite idiots to your life.
Eight. No Facebooking or dating during studying.

No studying during Facebooking or dating.
Why?

As Facebooking or dating is much more pleasant than studying, you switch to Facebooking or dating in the first case reducing the time of studying, and you extend the time of Facebooking or dating in the second case not switching to studying at all.
Always you invent some excuse to defend your stand in both cases. Your excuses, your failures, your life.
Studying is disgusting. Studying is essential. Therefore, studying is not disgusting. Simple!
Studying is not a pleasant thing. No worries, it never was, it never will be. So, neither who studied nor who will study had or will have any extra advantage over you.
Don't blame your fate, blame your habit.
You may feel angry when you look at the successful people. Be very sure that your precious anger is going to take you nowhere. Feel angry with yourself. This is the best technique that works. Even when you say bad things about a star, it does not shine any less.
Never claim that success is not the only important thing on earth, there are other things more important than success. All know this truth, you have not discovered something that might bring you a Nobel Prize. Most unsuccessful people talk like that. Successful people simply remain silent. And their silence says everything. Well, sometimes they also talk like that and all agree they have got every right to talk like that. It's no use saying beauty is not everything when you are ugly. Period.
Either your cellphone or your book, NOT the both. It's the only golden rule.
Nine. You say, love? It's immortal!

Love says, bastard, die! You die!...die!
Love grants immortality to some...the rest merely survive.
Ten. O fool, quickly lower your love's fevered pulse,

Or your beloved's son will call you uncle!
Eleven. You're neglecting studies or playing truant to spend all your time with your beloved—fine. But when later they establish themselves and abandon you to marry someone else, reasoning that you're not in their league, where will you stand then? Have you ever considered this? What will you have gained in life? Neither your beloved, nor any standing! Then, forget facing anyone else—you won't be able to give a decent answer even to your own conscience! I know falling in love is much easier than studying, but keep in mind that suddenly handling the shock of going from two to one is far, far more difficult—studying is much easier than that. Love elevates extraordinary people to greatness; for ordinary folks like us, without a good job or business, greatness won't even come near us out of fear! Build yourself in such a way that when someone leaves you, they can't say they're doing it because you're unworthy and they've found a better option. Rejection can be endured, but humiliation is very hard to bear.
Postscript. In today's market, success doesn't sell cheap like love. Look at all the married people around you—almost all of them were someone else's lover before marriage. They too once thought like you: this bond cannot be broken, dot dot dot!
Twelve. If anyone's intense love for you or your intense love for someone prevents them or you from studying, then they or you should break up before it's too late, because the possibility of studying properly and getting a good job or achieving something worthwhile in life is much, much, much greater than the possibility of your relationship not breaking up in the future. Besides, the burden of studies is far more comfortable than the burden of love. You know, don't you, that opportunities for love last a lifetime, but opportunities to take job exams only last until thirty! Love grants people immortality, while jobs grant people life. In the marriage market, an established person has more value than an excellent lover.
Living well matters more than loving well.
Thirteen. Before marriage:

Please, don't stay silent, it's agony to live!
After marriage:

Please, stay silent, it's agony to live!
Whether before marriage or after,

whatever you might say,

relationships are nothing but a living pandemic!