On Inner and Outer Battles

Today I had a thought:

“How wonderful it is to experience suffering, yet to live so happily, write so lovingly, and create so beautifully.”

Everyone is fighting an invisible war, we are equipped with specialized ammunition that is just enough for the next battle. No one is entitled to inventory another’s weaponry or complain that there are more soldiers attacking him. Everyone has a right to their own defense mechanism to get through the day.

But what really separates the petrified soldier to the dauntless general? It is what we create in our times of distress.

Do we create more suffering for the world? Do we wallow in our despair just to infect other people?

It is difficult, I know, I have been through the kind of despair that does nothing but urges you bask in it. The kind that weeds out every small pip of hope when it was just starting to surface. It is incredibly difficult. I am still trying. I will keep on trying.

There would always be something that could propel an individual to the enlightened path. I used the term ‘enlightened path’ because this is my literary pilgrimage to my avenue for spirituality. My guides are books about Buddhism (specifically by Thich Nhat Hanh), The Bible, and works of great scientists.

I am writing in the hope that I become more spiritual and be more mindful of my existence.