There's nothing personal about pain. Pain is the universal essence of being, which is evenly distributed among all living beings. In fact, we live in pain, you can't run away from it, you don't need to run after it.
What is the offense? The usual pride and lust for power. Someone doesn't behave the way you want them to, but they don't behave the way you want them to... Scoundrel... Anger and contempt overwhelms the proud man's soul for anyone who does not want to be his slave.
Don't feel sorry for yourself, don't feel sorry for yourself under any circumstances. If you feel sorry for yourself even for a second, you will fall into despondency, and you will strangle yourself with anguish. There is no reason for self-pity, you are the blind weapon of fate. You do what the rock tells you to do.
You made up all your fears when you cheated yourself. Now, when you try to break your fear, you prove to yourself that you are a liar. The problem is that you also invented all your joys and exploits. You made up the whole world around you, and now that the whole world is collapsing, you're crying.
The inability to satisfy greed breeds despondency. The greed of pride inevitably breeds exhaustion and despondency. Despondency is a loss of faith. There is no faith, no love, no movement, but there is fear. Fear breeds pride.
Resentment is a situation when an addict was not given another dose of the drug. "I want, I need, but they don't give me" - the addict cries, decrying the injustice of the world. Don't respect me, don't love me, ignore me, unfair to me…
The problem is that you are afraid of your own weakness. I'm afraid of the pain. You're afraid when you feel bad. And don't be afraid, treat this case as a service function for cleaning the soul from soot and soot associated with an excess of joy and pleasure in the body. To be happy, you need to suffer periodically.
Self-pity can be seen as a drug breakdown, due to lack of external love. They don’t love me, a person dependent on love experiences and cries. To stabilize the situation, you need to fast and suffer steadily, waiting for the body to clear itself and be ready to love again.
First it scares and attacks you to offend. Then you run away from him, offended. Then hurt you sit and cry, feeling sorry for myself, and it is ideal friendly and smiling... Then you carry water for him. If you want to run away, it repeats everything again.
Indeed, pity is just a sophisticated form of humiliation.
- Some people demand pity for themselves.
We don't like people who demand something. Even the fact of demanding makes them unpleasant to us.
Well brought up people ask politely and then thank politely if they get what they asked. And if they don't get what they asked for, they don't put themselves into victim role in order to make others feel guilty.
Normal people need respect but pity or handouts offend and humiliate these people.
But there is one exception: it happens when «We don't demand what belongs to others. We demand what's ours».
Over-loved children believe that everyone owes them something, should love them. They believe that failure to fulfill any of their whims-a sign of dislike and great resentment. Such people are touchy and vile. The idea that love requires exchange is unknown to them. These people think in terms of"should." On the other hand, they think they owe something to someone. However, they usually owe much less than they owe them. Having received the same equal that gave such people are usually very offended and consider themselves deceived.
People full of self-pity like to feel sorry for others. Other people's sufferings console these people, and the opportunity to help and pity those who are worse, will fill the soul with joyous peace. These people will love you while you're sick, but if you get better, they'll take it as a personal insult.
Don't feel sorry for yourself and don't feel sorry for others. He who pities himself is a suicide, he who pities others is a murderer. The good intentions that line the road to hell are pity and self-pity. Those who live in hell have nothing but pity and self-pity. On the other hand, if pity is a ticket to hell, active repentance is a ticket from hell.
The problem with a fool is that he knows nothing about his sins. Real suffering happy, for there they the atonement. That said, you are struck on one cheek, turn the other itself, this is because removing the stone from the soul, man finds ease and joy. The suffering of the body strengthens the spirit. But the fool knows nothing of his sins, so his suffering is excruciating. A fool doesn't count his sins for his sins. The suffering of a fool is unjust. Injustice hurts like hell. Injustice is the worst thing in the world. Infinite self-pity fills the soul of the unfortunate, and that is what is called Hell. Humility might have saved him, but where was humility in a fool? He doesn't know the word.
What they like talking about most is love or its absence. They like moaning and suffering, asking for help and support… Humor and other pleasures, including gossip and fiction, rank third in their eyes. They also like uploading and downloading information to themselves as if they were flash sticks.
‘Praise me, see how handsome and intelligent I am’, some brag…
‘Have pity on me, I’m so unhappy’, others cry…
‘We’ve had so much fun…’, still others echo them, interrupting each other with stories about food, trips and shopping…
The fourth always agree with everyone… ‘Yes… Yes…. yeah… yeaah… You are so handsome, that’s just great… I love that soooo much… soooo much… soooo much…
The fifth are unhappy about everything: they went into hell, and nothing pleases them any longer, and they angrily and tediously tell everyone what they hate and why, but nobody listens to them because nobody cares…
The sixth keep telling lies all the time. Lying has become for them an addiction and a pleasure without which they cannot live…
Only the seventh contemplate this maelstrom of words, lazily pondering about whom to eat… who is the fattest around here…