You always feel that you are living miserable and gloomy, you have never been happy
With the goodness of living, you seek help according to your thought, without an answer, you suffer
There is no one for you, nor a lover who responds, and wishes have been prevented from you
You are stranded and the doors are closed without you. You are suspicious of me
Whoever speaks and you do not criticize him and you think him to be a liar, and there is someone who is silent who does not speak.
That all people have wronged you and you stay and those of them who thank you with gratitude as if they flatter you and repel you. If you fulfilled people’s rights to people completely, reluctantly, you feel grateful, and if you demand what you have from them, you always feel inferior and diminished. Grace enriches you and does not make you lonely in existence. You may notice it clearly, and it does not strip you of your ego. It has drawn near, and that security has abandoned you. Your home has gone wrong. You assume and your neighbor is injured. You object. Of the blessings and languishes, swallowing your goodness, not contentment, and others from behind, despite the hardships of life and the simplest sustenance, praises and thanksgiving, for your feet carry you, your eyes see, your ears hear, your clothes cover you, you live as longing and groaning. A beacon, work is a foundation for it, patience is worship, sacrifices are pioneering, and happiness is a feeling that you are satisfied with, not with a lack of capabilities or with an increase, and that giving generously as much as possible to others is all good, for in it there is healing from all harm
As if life never and death tomorrow