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#03: Mind your mind.

When someone asks us 'how are you?' we reply in a very formal manner 'fine.' without asking our innerselves 'are we really fine?'

It's a biological functionality of the human mind to get used to whatever is happening in a routine manner. And that is the slack side of human nature. Anything happening, whether ethical or unethical, if is happening in daily life, we get 'used to' it. We meet corruption everyday and get used to it. We meet terrorism everyday and get used to it. I'm not sure it is so or not but it implies that we don't care for it. It implies we have no concern with whatever is happening. And if we are really concerned, we need to imply that.

Stop being used to the unfair acts. Charity begins at home. Raise a voice against domestic violence (at next door or even at yours). Take a stand for foeticide. Demand for your rights. To live is your right, don't get used to terrorism. Escaping from truth won't lead us to heaven and that's what we've done. We've make ourselves habituate to live in hell. No one else is going to come to take us out of hell. Our mind also get easily used to think that the so called 'Judgement day' would come to account the arrears...! Today is the judgement day and you are the judge. Now the decision is yours, don't blame others.

Don't let your mind to decide on your behalf so that it can get USED TO. Ride your mind. Prove that silent isn't always acceptance. Just Mind your Mind and the world will not Mind you. - DJ.
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  1. S@m€€R D@V€April 28, 2010 at 8:12 AM

    Thats right we r habitual to accept everything.
    But thats nt true for all the people. There r 3 types of human being:
    1 who dont knw the diff between whats right or wrong and he only care about himself only, rest of world dead or alive it doesnt mater.
    2nd who knw that smthing is wrong but we cant do anything. We had set our mind accept everything.
    3rd type who never accept wrong thing, he will fight for truth and justise. He never thought just him self but the whole world his family

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