Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts

Monday, March 30, 2009

What moves us? Feelings. There are destructive feelings (anger, depression, hate, envy, thrill..) and feelings that create life or promote growth (love, compassion, joy, peace). Most people try to avoid the destructive feelings, and are working to achieve the peaceful feelings. If we exist beyond the boundaries of this world, feelings must have a special role. Here the effect our emotions have on other people is obvious. We aware that negative emotions cause physical sickness, happy feelings on contrary stimulate physical health. We can't underestimate our feelings. We have annual physical check ups, I think we should have annual emotional check ups as well... that if the insurance covers it.
Feelings have an immense power. Learning to distinguish them, and to control them could be an art. It is not in the modern western culture to focus on our emotions at school, unless there are visual problems. Eastern culture is more in tune to feelings. Peace of mind gives a man a perfect foundation for growth, for work and for general well being.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

what drives the humanity

I think I've got it. What is it that really matters to all of us? Our actions, goals, intentions, mistakes, terrible mistakes - all and all for one thing only - a feeling. Feelings matter. One becomes a doctor or a lawyer for the feeling of success, power, being helpful, etc. I've seen people spending all their lives in a pursuit of their carrier, hobby, obsession. If only we can pin point the feeling we are after, and weigh the importance of it, we would define our lives differently. We'd care for things less. I sat and sorted our what feelings I want in my life. That unique love which exists in our home is one if them. This particular feeling is deep, strong and meaningful. It fills my being with such force and life, that I feel I am a part of a spectacular universe of light. Some feelings need to be sacrificed in order to keep the ones I want. I must leave the silly selfish itches of my naughty ego. Each chooses to either grow and become more, or to grab on to the basic little feelings. These feelings are like mice.