I Hate To Start A Day Like This!

Do you know we don’t have stable emotions? They are waxing and waning, sometimes we are happy and sometimes depressed. When we are depressed the world is all dark. Everything is horrible; the black glass on your eyes gives a dark picture of the world around you. But if you remove this nasty glass, then everything is lovely. Sometimes, or maybe most the times I suffer from this waxing and waning in my emotions.
What I wrote below is an example of it:
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I Hate To Start A Day Like This!
Tomorrow is another day to start and I hate to start it as I have to. I have to go to work and office, and do the usual dull and boring tasks. Tomorrow again I have to meet those monitors, whom I hate to answer tiresome questions. Tomorrow again I have to set on that horrible chair and answer those annoying emails. Tomorrow again I have to go and shout on staff for the usual faults they do, and tomorrow again I gave to listen to dozens of complains I receive from patients, their visitors and other people.
I hate to start a day like that!
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Evening:
It was a nice day. I went to work and office, and enjoyed all what I did. I participated in a meeting in Public Health Department, which was wonderful. Monitors were brilliant people. I had no email to answer except for one or two lovely ones. All of staff did their job in a best way. I had no complaints from people.
I love to have a day like that!

I love to be crazy!

My boss thinks I have gone crazy! You know why? Because I am wasting my time (as he says) walking in bloggers world when I am free. As I find something interesting I make him listen for me while I read with pleasure. At the end he laughs and says “Great! Another madness but that was not too bad”, and I continue to walk in my crazy world. I feel comfortable and happy when I am crazy!!! I feel I am flying in the lovely blue sky, touching the beautiful white clouds and singing with cheers of birds, and this makes life fantastic and lovely. But when I am come back to the real life, and see I am back in the ground, way down from the blue sky, no more beautiful white clouds but dark and scary ones, no more cheers of birds except the horrible songs of craws and then I look to myself to be a wise fine person, I hope to be always crazy in the crazy world.

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I love my ugly Flowers

Today I was blog hopping. I came across some lovely ones. Entering those blogs I found myself in a beautiful garden with nice green trees, lovely red flowers and pleasant songs of birds. I went to smell every flower and I was jumping from one rose to another. As I was thinking about the gardener, and thinking myself to be a kind of gardener of my own blog, I found myself very small and to be honest I lost myself. I was jealous for lovely roses I was smelling. I was thinking why mines weren’t as beautiful as those were. And this made me upset. I was thinking I was gardener of my blog and posts, and if they are not well grown it is my faults. But where were the faults? When I was writing by what faults did my posts become so ugly? I went back to my posts, and to my surprise I found them more beautiful than they were. Yes those ugly ones were looking amazingly lovely to me. That was because I was like a mother to them. Though I knew that mines were not as pretty as others, but I still love them.

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Why sometimes we are not honest to our friends?

That is because we are afraid of truth. We don’t have the courage to stay with reality; we love to stay with our imaginations. We don’t have the courage to say no or yes to keep up with the honesty. We modify the honesty with our bias. Most of the time we think the truth may make our friends unhappy. So we lie to them, and to make that lie truth, we make more lies. And these lies give birth to most of conflicts.
Some days ago I found myself in a strange situation. I found one of my friends in a wrong path. I was trying to correct him, but then I was thinking that it may make him unhappy, because he was thinking that the wrong path was absolutely the right way. Bearing this idea in mind, I stopped. But then I was thinking why I did not correct him, and found that I did not have the courage to say him the truth. So I promised with myself to find that courage talking about truth. So I started speaking to him, but at the middle I found that he was in discomfort, and I automatically changed and started speaking about his strong points and he was happy. When I was alone, I was angry with myself that why I lost the battle so soon.
Are we the same with all of our friends? No………We are trying to make those people happy who are very important to us. But those whom we think that we are more important to them, then we are the other extreme. We make them to change to what we think is right, we don’t even care if they will get upset or unhappy. And these friends don’t have the courage to say that we are wrong, because we may become unhappy.
So to do good things and to say truth we need courage.

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Beautiful Samangan with Bahlol, our lab technician