TV, WhatsApp, Instagram, Vine, Snapchat, Bollywood, Lollywood, Crazywood, all of it are constantly chipping away priceless moments to witness. Its like you carrying a DSLR walking through mountains and beautiful landscape but unable to snap a single shot because all you see is nothing. As much as these things are crucial to being connected in the world, we often forget to connect with ourselves. The more we involve ourselves with external pleasure, we forget to address the inner pain. Wait! this is confusing! How can you say that I am feeling pain when Im watching a cool movie, or talking to my friends. I feel good and laugh more. My argument is that when you do not face your pain, you lose touch with yourself. With every instance of exposure to this worldly life, our soul feels pain. Every sinful act we do, our soul feels pain. Every over indulgence we go through, our soul feels pain. However, this pain is relieved through awareness of its Healer.
The similitude of such is when you come home and see your loved one in tears, the whimpering kind. Your first instinct is to drop everything and speak and comfort the person so they can smile to see the next day.
Our soul yearns for the hereafter, it feels lonely in this earth. Therefore it thrives on memories of the promised land through reflection and reminder. Its like reminicising with a guy who is from Madinah but lives in Karachi on the good "life" (same thing like talking to a guy who lives in Toronto but he is from Vancouver, no contest) lol. Our soul is similar in that, it smiles when reminded of the good after "life", and cries when its deprived. By depriving the soul from this reflection, you deny its access to beauty, and force it to settle to the misery of the temporal world. Our feelings of guilt, hope, and fear then start to wash away. Its result = a hard heart, a soul that hates to love, a blind eye, a deaf ear, a confused mind, and a sour life.
The similitude of such is when you come home and see your loved one in tears, the whimpering kind. Your first instinct is to drop everything and speak and comfort the person so they can smile to see the next day.
Our soul yearns for the hereafter, it feels lonely in this earth. Therefore it thrives on memories of the promised land through reflection and reminder. Its like reminicising with a guy who is from Madinah but lives in Karachi on the good "life" (same thing like talking to a guy who lives in Toronto but he is from Vancouver, no contest) lol. Our soul is similar in that, it smiles when reminded of the good after "life", and cries when its deprived. By depriving the soul from this reflection, you deny its access to beauty, and force it to settle to the misery of the temporal world. Our feelings of guilt, hope, and fear then start to wash away. Its result = a hard heart, a soul that hates to love, a blind eye, a deaf ear, a confused mind, and a sour life.
This is the unspoken life that we often fail to speak about.
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