Philosophy of love and kindness

I always considered myself to be the one who wanted to be recognized and loved by others and I was trying to become one as I wanted, but there were many occasions where I chose not  to be, knowingly or unknowingly.

From the day I was born I had been  influenced by so many people around me who made me to believe in the power love and kindness, some showed me another level of humanity, but  there were somebody who left me in the darkness when I trusted them the  most. Obviously it was reflecting in my behavior, I was filled with  insecurity and rage. I was negligent of my influence on others but when I  had the wisdom to understand what I was doing, it was too late to  recover the damages I made in their life. It was bad and regretful but all that I could have done was to spread the love and kindness so that  it would reduce the pain that I caused.

I had a misunderstanding that I won’t be  able to make any difference in this world and I will live and die as a most normal man. But some great people showed me through their acts and life that how wrong I was .

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Sometimes the things we do spread like ripples which influence somebody else to do something to make a good impact on the  people around them, which may or may not come back to us.  So we can influence others in a positive way to fill the world with goodness. Sometimes our acts come back to us in some most unexpected occasions, so be selfish to be happy by doing good things to others than being happy by upsetting them.

Carry out a random act of kindness, with no expectation of reward, 

safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for 

you. ~ Princess Diana

N.B – image credit https://www.americanaustralian.org/en/cev/1245

“How to be alone” ~ Tanya Davis

If you are at first lonely, be patient. 

If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren’t 
okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find it’s fine to be alone 
once you’re embracing it. 

We can start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the 
coffee shop, the library, where you can stall and read the 
paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay 
there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books; 
you’re not supposed to talk much anyway so it’s safe there.

There is also the gym, if you’re shy, you can hang out with 
yourself and mirrors, you can put headphones in.

Then there’s public transportation, because we all gotta go 
places. 

And there’s prayer and mediation, no one will think less if 
your hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation. 

Start simple. Things you may have previously avoided based 
on your avoid being alone principles. 

The lunch counter, where you will be surrounded by chow
-downers, employees who only have an hour and their spouses 
work across town, and they, like you, will be alone. 

Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone. 

When you are comfortable with eat lunch and run, take yourself 
out for dinner; a restaurant with linen and Silverware. You’re 
no less an intriguing a person when you are eating solo dessert 
and cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger. 
In fact, some people at full tables will wish they were where 
you were. 

Go to the movies. Where it’s dark and soothing, alone in your 
seat amidst a fleeting community. 

And then take yourself out dancing, to a club where no one knows 
you, stand on the outside of the floor until the lights convince 
you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one’s 
watching because they’re probably not. And if they are, assume 
it is with best human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely 
to beats, is after all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until 
you’re sweating. And beads of perspiration remind you of life’s 
best things, down your back, like a book of blessings. 

Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch 
for you. Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, they are 
always statues to talk to, and benches made for sitting gives 
strangers a shared existence if only for a minute, and these 
moments can be so uplifting and the conversation you get in by 
sitting alone on benches, might have never happened had you not 
been there by yourself.  

Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting 
away in basements. Like people must have problems if after a while 
nobody is dating them. 

But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and 
lonely is healing if you make it. 

You can stand swathed by groups and mobs or hands with your 
partner, look both further and farther in the endless quest for 
company. 

But no one is in your head. And by the time you translate your 
thoughts an essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept. 
Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those 
“sappy slogans” from pre-school over to high school groaning, 
we’re tokens for holding the lonely at bay. 

'Cause if you’re happy in your head, then solitude is blessed, 
and alone is okay. 

It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experience is unique, 
no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be 
relieved, keeps things interesting, life’s magic things in reach, 
and it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, and the community is 
not present, just take the perspective you get from being one 
person in one head and feel the effects of it. 

Take silence and respect it. 

If you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it, 
if your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant 
for you, don’t obsess about it. 

You could be in an instant surrounded if you need it. 

If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it. 

There is heat in freezing, be a testament.

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Copyrights: Tanya Davis

Tanya Davis is a Canadian singer-songwriter and poet, based in 
Halifax, Nova Scotia. Her style is marked primarily by spoken 
word poetry set to music.

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I couldn’t resist sharing this poem. So beautiful and touching. All credits to  Tanya Davis

Sisters

I saw those children in my compartment. She was with her sister, may be five or six years old.

While her sister was singing for their earning, she was looking at me and whispering something, may be she was repeating the words that her sister was singing.

I felt like they were alienated from the crowd and weren’t bothered at all.

Poor child, she didn’t know what she was doing there.

Only thing that I could have done was to look at them, I was helpless.

Date a girl who reads – II

 “So, what do you go for in a girl?”

 He crows, lifting a lager to his lips
 Gestures where his mate sits
 Downs his glass
 He prefers tits
 I prefer ass.
 What do you go for in a girl?” 

 I don’t feel comfortable
 The air left the room a long time ago
 All eyes are on me
 Well, if you must know 

 I want a girl who reads
 Yeah. Reads.
 I’m not trying to call you a chauvinist
 'Cos I know you’re not alone in this
 but… 

 I want a girl who reads
 Who needs the written word
 & uses the added vocabulary
 She gleans from novels and poetry
 To hold lively conversation
 In a range of social situations 

 I want a girl who reads
 Whose heart bleeds at the words of Graham Greene
 Or even Heat magazine
 Who’ll tie back her hair while reading Jane Eyre
 and goes cover to cover with each Waterstones three for two offer
 but I want a girl who doesn’t stop there 

 I want a girl who reads
 Who feeds her addiction for fiction
 With unusual poems and plays
 That she hunts out in crooked bookshops for days and days and days
 She’ll sit addicted at breakfast, soaking up the back of the cornflakes box
 And the information she gets from what she reads makes her a total fox
 Cos she’s interesting & unique
 & her theories make me go weak at the knees

 I want a girl who reads 

 A girl who’s eyes will analyze
 The menu over dinner
 Who’ll use what she learns to kick my ass in arguments
 so she always ends the winner
 But she’ll still be sweet and she’ll still be flirty
 Cos she loves the classics and the classics are dirty
 So late at night she’d always have me in a stupor
 As she paraphrases the raunchier moments from the works of Jilly Cooper

 See, some guys prefer asses
 Some prefer tits
 And I’m not saying that I don’t like those bits
 But what’s more important
 What supersedes
 For me
 Is a girl a with passion, wit and dreams
 So I want a girl who reads "

:- By Mark Grist

Mark Grist is a poet and battle rapper based in Peterborough, UK, who rose to prominence when his Don’t Flop rap battle against Mancunian MC Blizzard became an internet sensation.