Happiness i have noticed is strictly reserved for the "I", "Me," and "Myself." Anywhere outside these regions the commodity is tagged with multiple labels. Acquired through corrupt practice, built on the corpses of others are two popular taglines.. employed most famously.
Generally, we are all good people.. blessed with the ability to display innate goodness and it is only in our weak hours, we are forbearers of malicious behavior. Most often than not though, all such conducts are imbecilic and the lead clown is always yourself.
Generally, we are all good people.. blessed with the ability to display innate goodness and it is only in our weak hours, we are forbearers of malicious behavior. Most often than not though, all such conducts are imbecilic and the lead clown is always yourself.
And in such moments of weakness, our momentary lapse of reasons are just too frequent.
Now i'm not being the prudent prick here but sometimes... sometimes you feel like you could just grab someone by their jugular and force what little dharmic.. and karmic wisdom you have absorbed.
In the expanse of my own mindscape, i have had the temptation to participate in doggone sessions that are of the rumor-mongering-nature, hinted very subtly at most times toward people in the immediate parameters of the gossip zone or toward a personality bigger in person or achievements that is outside the circle of the backstabbers club. But i have not been accessory to any such event..
People who desist from them are those who have #1- no need or wish to do so. And then there is also the reason that the man upstairs has defined purportedly that those born with bat and balls are engineered strictly so that they do not develop affinity of any kind to derive pleasure out of any such act.
A world citizen who has witnessed a sufficient amount of authenticated living instances of the now completely McDonald and shopping mall devoured world said this: (ME)
