I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
-D.H Lawrence
The human has so intensively indulge in being sorry for the all himself. The shenanigans and then later a big regret. Getting involved in own so much that he forgets to evolve to a new forms which he ought to do. Transforming in the constructive way that's what a human are capable of, but it's so pity that they don't even realise.
We are a social animal and unfortunately we got brains to think it all over and over again. The redundancy is self-created and once it get activated then it could destruct the whole wisdom. The animals are better than us, because they don't have to think, they live every moment, they are phlegmatic to the upcoming consequences. They have the short life, well mostly and no self-pity for one self.
The childhood is best period as they are more audacious, puerile, independent of all. The fumble or jumble which they exhibit is totally ridicule and perfunctory. It's like they have got some prerogative to do such things. But once they grow old as teenager they get totally disillusioned. The right and wrong path overlap and things get messed up. Nobody can tolerate the tantrums of teenager as they have lost the license to be joie de vivre. Then people make them realise that they are wrong. The traumatic conditions continues and very minor chance to revamp. But he gets easily digressed. And once the last year of being teen passed- the age of nineteen, he start learning the art of self-pity. He finds pity excuse for all upbringing and anxiety. With every fall he tries to convalesce, but all in vain. The charm is lost forever as he end up becoming Self-pity bastard!!
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
-D.H Lawrence
The human has so intensively indulge in being sorry for the all himself. The shenanigans and then later a big regret. Getting involved in own so much that he forgets to evolve to a new forms which he ought to do. Transforming in the constructive way that's what a human are capable of, but it's so pity that they don't even realise.
We are a social animal and unfortunately we got brains to think it all over and over again. The redundancy is self-created and once it get activated then it could destruct the whole wisdom. The animals are better than us, because they don't have to think, they live every moment, they are phlegmatic to the upcoming consequences. They have the short life, well mostly and no self-pity for one self.
The childhood is best period as they are more audacious, puerile, independent of all. The fumble or jumble which they exhibit is totally ridicule and perfunctory. It's like they have got some prerogative to do such things. But once they grow old as teenager they get totally disillusioned. The right and wrong path overlap and things get messed up. Nobody can tolerate the tantrums of teenager as they have lost the license to be joie de vivre. Then people make them realise that they are wrong. The traumatic conditions continues and very minor chance to revamp. But he gets easily digressed. And once the last year of being teen passed- the age of nineteen, he start learning the art of self-pity. He finds pity excuse for all upbringing and anxiety. With every fall he tries to convalesce, but all in vain. The charm is lost forever as he end up becoming Self-pity bastard!!
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