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It contain's general islamic issues,my thougth's ect.

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Deadlines

The nature of writing articles is very unpredictable, because in writing, what is omitted and excluded is perhaps more important than what is written.

Ideas come flowing, but the majority of them may not be worthy of being considered as good material… and so exercising discretion is critical.

This is why any creative work is unpredictable. Sometimes, we may get a few great ideas simultaneously, and yet other times, long periods of time may pass between good ideas.

And so it is absurd to come up with deadlines for creative work – or at least counterproductive and often self-defying …

But we live in the world of time and space, and we have commitments and deadlines – or as a friend of mine likes to call them, lifelines.

So what are deadlines, and how do we view them from a spiritual perspective?

As I was thinking about this, I realized that we have natural deadlines – like a mother giving birth at the end of pregnancy, or the end of the strawberry season.

And we have declared and consensual deadlines – like the end of the year, or midnight being the end of one day and the beginning of another.

And of course we have imposed deadlines, like the boss wanting a project completed by a certain time…

And self-imposed deadlines like my sending of a monthly message at the beginning of every month.

And perhaps a few other kinds.

I realized as the human race, we have perfected the art of bending and extending and manipulating and changing of deadlines – of whatever kind they are.

We tell ourselves it is OK to send the message a few days late, because we have other priorities.

We negotiate with our boss to get an extension or help on the job.

We bring in other cultures to have multiple new years, or we look at the different time zones and consider midnight in Washington instead of Cobenhagen… and of course, we induce labor to speed up the birth process, or we use greenhouses, artificial lighting and advanced irrigation to extend the strawberry season to cover the entire year.

But then it dawned on me… that all of these occur in the field of action.

Deadlines are for doings.

Deadlines focus on the action and the outcome.

They require an intentional act of will to devote the required energy to create the process that brings about the desired outcome.

Accomplishment of deadlines are a show of exercise of power …. So whether they are deadlines or lifelines, they are power-lines.

But there is another domain – the domain of being – where action takes place without the imposition of will.

Will is a mental process that has created much of our civilization – but will alone is not sufficient, or more accurately, will alone could be dangerous.

We can will our civilization into World War III, into genocide, into inequity, into subjugation and subservience, into ignorance and many other things.

However, in the domain of being, the propelling force is not will but love – where action has a natural immediacy but no urgency – where the individual is present and unburdened – where the soul is attracted and pulled, not driven or pushed.

The mother who wakes up for the fourth consecutive time in four hours in the middle of the night to nurse her newborn, does so in spite of her fatigue, and without any intentional act of will.

There is a force that draws her to this action, with immediacy, and without consideration for consequences.

The artist who is driven to create that masterpiece, in spite of hunger or lack of recognition, or in the face of fame and expectation, exercises a presence of mind that puts away all of the past and the future, as well as all of the present impositions and expectations.

The impulsive generosity that we may exercise from time to time to lend a helping hand to a stranger, to another fellow human being, is neither intentional nor does it require mental mobilization of our will power.

It is all like the water flowing spontaneously out of a spring, without any regards for the mountainside, or the ocean that may or may not be its destination.

The spring flows forth effortlessly and with immediacy, because it is a natural act for the spring.

Neither the spring, nor the artist nor the mother have a deadline – of any sort – because they are propelled and pulled by love, in the field of being.

Perhaps it would be a spiritual act to replace all deadlines, lifelines, and power-lines, with Love-Lines.

So Today, I reconcilled my Deadline...

Finally posting some of my inner thougth's, sharing with all of you, articles or let's say word's.

My hidding treasures, wich all are writing either by a meeting of a person, that meant something to me, or a situation i went true, a book or text i have been reading.

I am a deep thinker, a person that reflect upon what goes and comes toward's me, in my life.

Only way to gain the inner soul, was for me to make my own reflection, by word's..as in speak I come to less.

For some out there, I seem as a very mysterius person, hard to completly understand,but also easy to deal with.

So, as you go true my posting's today, i sincerly hope you will enjoy, and mayby even be able to understand the way I think.

More of my writing's will be added time by time..What you get today, is just a small piece of me.

Ws..Aminah

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Original Sin

About 13 ago, I had the privilege of experiencing becoming a Mother  of my second son.

When he was born, as the nurses took him to the side of the room to clean him up, I went over with them. In the meantime, I was letting him grab my finger with his tiny hand.

While the nurses were doing their thing, I took a few moments to bond with him. And one of the most incredible experiences that I ever had was when I was gazing directly into his eyes.

It is true that the eyes are the windows to the soul. As I was peeking through the windows into this young soul, I saw a clarity I had never experienced before. It was not the clarity of some spiritually advanced being, but the purity of innocence.

It was as if I was looking into an untainted deep well. A vision that was not touched by thought, emotion or meaning.

A few days later, as I was recalling the experience, I thought about the concept of the "Original Sin".

And at the risk of alienating some, let me say that at first I got angry.

How could anybody even think of the idea of us being born as sinners?

How can we come to this world, with such purity and innocence, and be labeled sinners… before we even have the chance to make our first choice?

Yes… I know that some theologians and philosophers have tried to reform the concept by calling it the "Original Blessing", but as far as I was concerned, the experience was neither of sin, nor blessing.

The experience was that of innocence and purity…. A blank slate on which one could write anything… write blessings or sins… but a blank slate to begin with. The innocence transcended both sin and blessing.

I was convinced that whoever came up with the idea of the "Original Sin" either never gazed into the eyes of a newborn, or had some ulterior motive, perhaps an intention to manipulate others by creating guilt.

When I returned to my bed, I was still pondering this concept, until this morning it hit me…

It is not that we are born sinners. We are definitely born innocent and blank. But the clarity that a newborn offers is not unlike a perfect mirror that reflects whatever gazes into it.

The innocence of the baby is such that when we look into his eyes, we are either inspired by what is possible for us, and what was once ourselves… or …

Or we are confronted with an untainted reflection of our own fears, guilt, temptations, and so forth. Yet we have no way of condemning the baby for our imperfections.

And still, we do not wish to confront our own impurities. So we find comfort in passing the buck and labeling the baby – this symbol of purity – as the embodiment of the original sin.

The sad part is that our imperfections and impurities are not our original sin either. They are merely the result of the choices that we have made throughout our lives.

Our true original sin is our refusal to take responsibility for the unwanted aspects of our character and the undesirable choices we have made.

The newborn is a pure mirror – much like the rest of the world – or perhaps an amplified version of the rest of the world. Our insistence on blaming the mirror for the reflection is our Original Sin.

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Creative Intelligence

More often than not, we envy the few who are endowed with tremendous creativity. They seem to have the gift of approaching everything in a creative way. Give anything or any situation to these individuals, and with their Midas touch, they turn it into something rewarding and precious.

Habitually we think of Creative Intelligence as a possession of the chosen few - something that is way beyond ourselves.

But what really is this faculty?

Why are some people so creative and others, well... not so?

If the same Divine Intelligence created us all, and if there is any fairness and consistency in the works of Creation, then we must all be made from the same blueprint - while allowing for minor variations.

What's more, if the various spiritual traditions are fundamentally correct, then we must all be a part of the same creative principle that created us.

As such, we must all be endowed with the faculty of Intelligence, and we must all possess the ability to be creative.

With these two assumptions, we can simply conclude that we are all in possession of Creative Intelligence.

Then why is it that so few of us use it, while the majority simply obey the dictates of our circumstances, and succumb to our inertia?

Perhaps creativity is not a gift, but an attitude. Perhaps the difference between those who use it and those who don't is exactly that. Use and application of the innate gift that we are all recipients of.

But creativity is much simpler than that. It is not an attitude. It is a perspective. The creative ones approach life as a series of possibilities following each other. Whereas the rest of us look at life as events and circumstances and energies that need to be exerted, opposed, directed and managed.

The uncreative find their vitality is being sapped and drained, whereas the creative find themselves in flow.

Creativity is something as simple as going to the fridge, finding nothing there, and still coming up with a delicious dinner. A different kind of dinner than we are accustomed to, perhaps, but still a delicious one.

Creativity is going to the party, finding nobody there, and still having a great time. A different kind of activity and engagement and time perhaps, nevertheless, an enjoyable one.

And Creativity is also going head on to face the major scientific, artistic, political, or other challenges of the world, and being able to come up with a way to transcend them.

Yes... creativity is a perspective. It is the willingness to look into the emptiness while being able to identify what is possible.

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The Anatomy of Love

Secular wisdom hails moderation as the all-encompassing panacea, the one and only reasonable and responsible path to social and personal living. That may be a pragmatic and functional approach to life, but it is also very limiting. There are many states of being that simply cannot come to full bloom, should the practitioner adhere to the path of moderation. This includes a whole host of spiritual states, and most definitely Love. No matter how hard we try to define and explain Love, we will fall short of the full expression. The best attempts have been in the form of stories. World literature and mythology abounds with the stories of romantic Love. And they all have one thing in common - a distinct disregard for moderation. Whether we hear the Eastern Love stories such as Leily and Majnoon, Shirin and Farhad, or we read the Western stories such as Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, to name but a few, we come to realize that the Lover has attained an almost transcendent state of being. For the Lover, Love is no longer a feeling, but a way of being. The Lover no longer strives to like or love, but is naturally and inherently Loving the Beloved.
The Lover knows no other state of being, and his/her only release is either fulfillment of that Love, or death. More often than not, when the Love is not fulfilled, the Lover comes to a tragic death. And the interesting part is that the tragedy is not in the way of dying, but in the taking away of the opportunity to fulfill the Love. In the same stories we find that those around the Lovers advise them to calm down, to keep a cool head, to become more realistic and practical, dare I say, even more moderate. And invariably the Lovers take no heed. Then there is the spiritual Love, which can either manifest in the form of Mystical Love, or Religious devotion, or Love of humanity, or even devotion to a cause. The Lover first finds an object of Love - a personified or impersonal Beloved. Then life becomes a one-pointed meditation. Namely, the contemplation of the Beloved, to the exclusion of all else. The degree of the Love of the Lover is determined by the Lover's willingness to depart from moderation and venture towards the extremes. Interestingly, all religious and spiritual ideologies and beliefs implicitly include this way of the extreme.
Even the Buddha's Middle Way is an extreme. Adherence to total non-attachment to good or evil, is indeed practicing extreme non-attachment. A more moderate path would perhaps allow certain departures from this doctrine, depending on the situation and time in the adherent's life and social circumstances. The religious practitioner's degree of Love for the doctrine also determines the extreme lengths to which the adherent is willing to go. If misguided and misunderstood, the degree of Love can breed dogmatic fanaticism, even to the extent that we see around the world today.
If rightly guided, the practitioner shall approach sainthood. In either case, the Lover is far removed from moderation. Why does the Lover pay no heed to moderation?
We may rightly ask. For the true Lover, there is only one objective worth pursuing. Namely, Union with the Beloved.
To the degree that the Lover is in Love, his/her focus becomes one-pointed.
This singular focus on the Beloved leaves no room for anything else. And as such, nothing else other than the Beloved can compete for the attention of the Lover. Moderation is for being able to function in a worldly life. It helps us maintain ourselves as well as our relationship with our social and physical environment. The Lover, on the other hand, has no interest in these. Not because it is a way of self-sacrifice, or a spiritual practice to attain Union, but because they simply become irrelevant. In the extreme cases, the Lover eats, if there is something to eat, and goes hungry otherwise.
The Lover cares not for the practical aspects of life, not because s/he has no life, but because the Lover's life is only for the Beloved. The Lover obeys every wish and whim of the Beloved, not because this is the way to practice unconditional Love, but because the Lover's wish is the fulfillment of the Beloved's wish. Deep Love manifests itself as devotion. Depending on the nature of that Love, it could be devotion to the Divine, to an earthly Beloved, or to a Cause. This devotion, acts itself out as selfless service of the Beloved. Selflessness not as a way of attaining Union, because even that is to gratify the self. Selfless, because the Lover has no other focus than the Beloved. Selfless, not because the self is destructive, or energy consuming, but because the self becomes irrelevant and inconsequential. Self-annihilation and purging of the ego is not the Lover's way. To the contrary, to eliminate the ego, because that is the way to attain spiritual enlightenment, is quite self-centered. The Lover has neither any thought, nor any need for enlightenment. The Lover does not resolve, instead s/he dissolves. In the true Union, the lover is not annihilated, but merges and becomes one with the Beloved. If anything, the Lover's ultimate contribution to the fulfillment of the Love is the giving of him/herself in its totality. Interestingly enough, on the path of Love, the object of Love is not that important. Whether the Lover is engaged in an impossible romantic Love, or completely devoted to a cause, or for that matter, even if the Lover Loves a tree or a pet, the end result is the same. By Loving one pet, the Love expands to include other similar pets, and then other dissimilar pets, and other animal species, and other life forms, and other animate and inanimate objects, and eventually the whole world and the creator of the world. Thus the Lover reaches the level of Loving the Divine Beloved. But Love of the Divine is not the ultimate objective of Love. There will come a point where the Lover naturally sees that the true object of Love is the act of Loving, not the entity of the Beloved. At that point, the Lover becomes a burning ball of Love, emanating the Love energy in every direction, shining the Love-Light on all that cross its path. Perhaps it is only at that point that the Lover can attain Union, because at that point, the Lover sees no separation, and has Love not for all, but for Love.Aminah.alqaem.orgwww.aminah.shiahosting.com 

Peace

With much of the world gripped by the claws of fear, anger and hate, and poisoned by the venom of temptations of War, many of us are persuaded to justify our intentions to "fight for Peace" - the ultimate oxymoron. In our haste to restore calm, we tend to overlook the fact that "Peace" is not an outcome, but a state of being, an attitude if you will. Peace is not something out there to attain.
It is a perspective, a worldview. Peace is the ability to separate the reaction from the action.
The courage to accept what has happened and what is, as just that. And the wisdom to know that what is to come can be completely independent of what has transpired. Peace is a possibility, and a choice. It is knowing that I can set into motion any chain of reactions that I choose. That I can either react to what has happened, or I can choose to proactively create new beginnings. The next time I get upset with my family, or get angry with my boss, I can take a deep breath and remember that I don't need to react to them. I don't need a trigger to determine my next action.
I can start from nothing, and instead of resisting my family or fighting my boss, I can inspire them to also pause and make different choices. I can be the cause of a new chain of events. And as it is with my family and my boss, so it is with my neighbor and friend, be they in the house next door, or the country across the oceans. And as it is with my neighbor and friend, so it is with my adversary and enemy. To love my enemy is not to subjugate myself to their unwise choices, but to inspire them to find out and rise above their pettiness. But to do this, I must first rise above my own pettiness. To pause, to ponder, to proactively create, and to patiently rehabilitate - that is what it takes to bring Peace to my life and to my world. Peace unto you and to the lives that you touch.Aminah.alqaem.orgwww.aminah.shiahosting.com
 

Taken for Granted

When was the last time that one of your loved ones came up to you and with a lot of excitement said, "I just heard this guy talk about something very profound.

He was saying... such and such. Isn't that amazing?"

And you felt a wave of strange energy, as if somebody just poured a bucket of cold water over you.

You didn't know how to react, because you were thinking, "I have been trying to tell you the same thing for such a long time, but you never heard me. And now it takes a total stranger to say the same thing once, and you take it as a message for the heavens...."

While disappointed with the process, deep down you are also happy that they "finally got it", but you wished it could have been done much sooner, when you first told them.

And then, there is the other side of the coin.

When was the last time you approached one of your loved ones with considerable excitement and said, "you can't believe what I just heard. So and so was saying such and such... isn't that amazing?"

And you were waiting for them to share the same excitement at receiving this revelation, and be just as inspired and energized as yourself, but all you get is "the look".

They try very hard to be congenial, and eventually utter something benign, or even lame. Something like, "that's nice!"

So you are thinking to yourself, either they didn't get it, or it is one of those things that they just had to be there...

Why is it that we consider strangers to be bearers of heavenly inspiration and messengers of the divine?

Why is it that those closest to us very rarely - if at all - have the same impact?

And conversely, why is it that we constantly make impact on strangers and those whom we hardly know, yet when it comes to the ones we love most and have known most intimately, we can seldom make a dent?

They say everybody is a hero in somebody else's town.

This is very evident in the stories of the lives of the prophets.

Jesus was a carpenter in Nazareth, yet Christ everywhere else. Mohammed had to migrate before he was taken seriously.

Prince Siddhartha could not become Buddha until he left the Palace. And Zarathushtra made very little impact in his own hometown. Only when he got to a faraway land, did he manage to change the world of his time.

While reflecting upon this notion, I realized that it is in our nature to become familiar with what is surrounding us.

Our home becomes familiar, our town and the local streets, our workplace, they all become familiar. And after a while, we know exactly where everything is. We even know the potholes down our street.

And in the same way, our companions, those with whom we spend the most amount of time, become very familiar to us. We know exactly what they look like, and how they behave... except that they change and they generally grow to behave differently with time.

Just like the potholes down our street may be fixed and paved over, the potholes in the character of our loved ones also fill up - and perhaps some new ones are created - and the grooves in their features also change - and generally multiply with age.

But because of our familiarity, we rarely look at them with fresh eyes, and even more rarely interact with them with a fresh mind.

We take them for granted, and they take us for granted. We don't hear what they say because our ears are already full of what they would say. But we hear the voice of the stranger, because we have no preconceived notions - at least not until they open their mouth.

By the same token, our loved ones are not receptive to our wisdom, but venerate the wisdom of strangers. We try to justify it by nice spiritual platitudes such as "when the student is ready, the teacher appears". But that is mainly to convince ourselves that our wisdom was sound and we are OK.

In a way, taking someone for granted is a defense mechanism. A shield with which to protect ourselves against exposing our ignorance. If I can disregard what my loved ones say, then I am really no dumber than they are.

But why do we accept the fact that we are also taken for granted? Perhaps that too is a defense mechanism. If I am taken for granted, then the gems that I share become commonplace.

Once they are devalued to that level, or should I say, once I have allowed them to become devalued to such a level, then these gems of wisdom are no more than colored glass and bits of quartz found on any beach.

And if the gifts that I can share, are not really of that much value, then I don't have to go through the trouble of sharing them with others. And thus I have relieved myself of my human responsibility of sharing my gifts with the world.

The less I have to exert myself and go out there to give of myself, the more I can crawl back into my comfort zone. And that gives me further opportunity to shield myself, by being taken for granted even more.

What a wonderfully effective self-defense mechanism. It feeds on itself.

Except that it misses one thing. It may bring us comfort and ease, but the cost of that comfort is the loss of our humanness.

So what is the solution?

Can I force myself upon my loved ones?

Can I force them to not take me for granted?

Should I push myself upon them, over and over again, until they finally get it, and acknowledge that I have all these gems to share with them?

Of course not.

Like everything else, the solution is an inside job. The only reason others (those close to me or otherwise) may take me for granted is because I have taken myself for granted. And the only way I can stop taking myself for granted is by stopping to take others for granted.

So my only way out is to have the spirit of a child - to look at the world with fresh eyes, to hear everything with fresh ears, and to interact with everyone with a fresh mind.

So the next time we connect, if I take you for granted, don't get upset with me. Just smile at me, and wink - and I will know....

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Permeability of Love

What if each of us really lives inside a world that is entirely a construct of our own?
That means I live inside an imaginary world that I have created - first in my imagination or consciousness, and then have projected it onto the screen of my reality.
And similarly, your world is entirely a construct of your own consciousness, projected on the screen of your reality. And what if every other individual in my world is also somehow a construct of my own imagination or consciousness?
I don't mean that I have created these individuals, but somehow, with a precognition of all the various individuals who exist, I have chosen to connect with the ones who are in my world! In other words, while I live in a world that is entirely my own, and you live in a world that is entirely yours, we somehow are aware of what goes on in each other's worlds, and have chosen to have them intersect - or more accurately permeate each other? Why?
Perhaps that is what adds an element of unpredictability.
Because I have the right to choose and the right to change my mind at any given moment, you don't really know what I am going to do. You only know what I have chosen at some given moments in the past. And what about the stranger who said hello to me down the street?
I have only seen him once. He passed by, and I have never seen him again? Then does that mean that we simply allowed our individual worlds to touch or perhaps kiss each other? And that was that? And what about the millions and billions of other worlds that never ever kiss mine? Are we separate, or is it that my precognitive awareness of their reality has precluded them from my experience? And what about when our worlds collide? What if I have let your world permeate mine considerably, and then you surprise me by making an unexpected choice, or perhaps I surprise you? Then what? Do I get angry? Upset? Indignant? Would I be saved from this if I had no memory of the pattern of choices that you tend to make? If I was so much in the present that I could never extrapolate the data from the past to anticipate a certain range of choices from you? What if I had no expectations of what your world is or should be like? Well... perhaps! But I also have expectations of what my world should be like and which direction it should go. And surely your unexpected choices would affect the future shape of my world. Ahhh.... but what if I was so much in the present, and so trusting of myself in my own world, that I was confident that no matter what shape or form my world took, or no matter how it would be affected by the other worlds that have permeated mine, I would be able to look at it as an adventure and be able to live through it? Yes... but what if instead of simply accepting such an adventure and putting up with it, I had a consciousness that could actually welcome it?
What if I would take on and embrace the variety of experiences that are offered me through the unpredictability of the worlds that have permeated mine? What if that was what made me alive, and vital and joyous? And what if through this joy, I would develop the capacity to enlarge and expand my world to allow many other worlds come in contact with and permeate it? And what if my world could become so large that it could joyously embrace every other reality that exists out there? Isn't that what love is?Aminah.alqaem.orgwww.aminah.shiahosting.com 

In The Beginning

In the beginning, there was nothing, "and God said, Let there be...." or so the story goes. It is curious to read that God always said, "Let there be..." such and such. God never said, "Let us change" such and such, or "let us fix, improve, modify, correct, amend, rectify, adjust, remedy..." or any other synonyms. But then again, God had the upper hand. When God was creating, there was nothing to change or modify or correct. God would always create from nothing. And after all, God was God - the ultimate Creator. Are there any lessons that we can learn from this story of Creation? Well, yes. If we were created in the image &/or the spirit of God, then perhaps we should also behave like God would. And when it comes to being creative, perhaps, much like God, we should start from nothing. Perhaps it would be more effective to give up all the fixing and correcting and adjusting and modifying. Instead of starting from what we've got, and considering what is wrong with it, and how we can remedy the malady and put right what's wrong, perhaps we can start from nothing and ask ourselves this question: If I were to create from nothing, if I were given a blank canvas, a clean slate, what would I create? And then we can start from what we want, rather than from what we don't want. Perhaps in this way, we can align our consciousness with our mechanism and shift our focus to the wonderful potential in our life. Perhaps we can put aside fear and doubt, and empty our selves of all that interferes with the creative process. Perhaps in this way, we can become a clearing to bring our deepest desires from the potential to the actual. So, we may re-write the story and make it into..."In the beginning, there was nothing, and God said, Let there be... In the middle, there were a lot of things, yet man said, Let there be... And in the end, there was everything...."Aminah.alqaem.orgwww.aminah.shiahosting.com 

Loss
With the current dramatic declines in some sectors of the stock market, and with headlines such as a day trader in a city somewhere, in the world, going on a shooting rampage, many are now paying attention to the topic of loss. I know someone with a very small net worth who has recently lost about $3,000. I also have heard above one, who over the past two weeks, has lost about $30,000 in the stock market.
I have recently been acquainted with a family who have lost about $300,000 since the beginning of the year, in their small business.
And last year I met a gentleman who lost about $10 million in a much larger business that he owns.

All of this has made me think about the significance of loss and how each of these people would react.
And I noted a very interesting pattern. The very rich felt very little impact, even though the amounts were substantial, and at times the proportion of their lost wealth was also significant.
It was as if to them, generating wealth was not a problem.
They simply took a fatalistic approach, saying things like, "gain some, lose some" etc.
To them, the money did not seem to be the issue.
The game of life was more important. It was the process of wealth generation and not the accumulation that mattered. The very poor also took a fatalistic approach, yet they came from a very different perspective.
They would say things like, "when you have nothing to lose, what difference would a few more dollars make…" or the less cynical ones would say, "no matter how poor I have been, I have always been taken care of, and I am still standing…" The group that felt the most impact was the middle group.
To them, it was a lot of hard work that accumulated the riches, and to lose that was a hard blow.
In a way, after investing so much time and sweat and blood, who would want to start over again? It was this group that felt the impact emotionally, mentally and spiritually. And of course, in the longer term, would feel the same impact physically too, through their continued hard work. At this point, I sat back and started thinking… If the low numbers and the high numbers are fine to lose, why is it that the middle numbers are not? After all, they are just numbers… It was then that I realized that it is not the money that is important.
We don’t concern ourselves with the loss of money.
What matters is the significance we attach to that money.
In a way, for the wealthy, it is "easy come, easy go". And for the poor, it is, "you can’t lose what ain’t got…" But the middle class associate their net worth with their self-worth and their security.
They associate this money with investment of time and energy, and the sacrifice of joy.
The trading off of what really matters, things like love and care, and being with friends and family, and at times even their health, with things that will bring confidence, assurance, security and comfort. In a way, this has become the crucifixion of the not so poor and not so rich. But what if we lost the things that really mattered in life?
The things that were not just numbers?
Things like loved ones, family, and friends?
Things like the precious time that we have, or our health? Or things like what brings us joy in life and what gives us a sense of purpose?
What if we lost any of those?I guess, an answer does not come easy...We human's never know, excactly how we react, in situation's like that.My view; Consider your self as lucky !You have everything to win, but so sertently alot to loose, if you dont think wise, take the rigth step's toward's what is the define thruth.Aminah.alqaem.orgwww.aminah.shiahosting.com 

Blind Leading the Blind