How can people be happy when they see other people suffering?

Sometimes it is a matter of perspective. The most beautiful people are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.  But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains. There comes some situations in life when we cannot move. We cannot see anything out of the fissure of life, at that time we have to hold no matter how dry we are. No matter what we have to endure.

People enjoy seeing other being weak and started hunting, they come up with the crazy stream of arrogance just to sallow you so that you couldn't move any longer, just like their lame courage to do anything out of being desperate with jealous. When people cannot do anything out of them, they starts proving themselves by trying to defeat other on their so called traits, but no matter how depth the truth is, it still exists and those arrogant hypothesis shouldn't matter no matter how the summer flood wants to betray the land. That's the very shameful things people do, it should be more shameful than dancing naked, because they show their true face when they do this.

In the first world, suffering is either reserved for entertainment (TV, movies, literature) or kept out of sight, out of mind. A lot of us are lucky most of our problems are psychological, and when we’re sad or depressed or lonely, it’s not like everyone, everywhere, knows about it. We internalize it keep it in, we try to engrave it, maybe confide our pain in someone close to us. But when you have a debilitating leg injury when you can’t hide the fact that your leg is mangled and you can do hardly anything without someone else’s help almost everyone, from the security guy at the store to your next-door neighbor, can see your suffering., or in work place people do laugh out loud when you walk like lame and make fun of you. It’s all out there. It's not something bullying, it's not something you could think of not caring when people laugh out of your fidgets, It's more than violence because "People you hit the heart, not only the chest which covers it." It's an emotional violence for which there is no care than inhuming itself in the same pinched heart.

A lot of us connect our sense of integrity to our strength, to our ability to be self-reliant. Debilitating knee injuries cut self-reliance out of the equation in a very public way. Taxi drivers slow down for bumps because they know that each time you’re jostled a tremendous bolt of pain shoots up your leg. Strangers move out of your way on the sidewalk because they know you need all the room you can get. Everyone rushes to open doors for you, to help you carry stuff. People look at you different some look you in the eye when normally they would not, some look at your gesture some will communicate to you that they know about your situation instead of only peripherally identifying you as “stranger” I’m not complaining about this, I only mean to say that the experience is a mix of weird, uncomfortable, pain, pleasure and wrench and at times very emotionally tender and heartwarming.

See at those flowers when the winter guts hit it petals, but they emerge again in the blissfulness of the garden, because they move forward. So let's not halt, let's not howl out of their arrogance because the belief is what makes us alive and make us fidgets no matter how our walk  is. It's not a game you have to win it's the pain you have to endure so that you could watch it throughout still enjoying every rush of the stream and every breeze of the pond.

 Just move forward it's the phase of life they will not even get the chance to feel your appearance in the future.

-Arshiya

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