Personally, I would never trust anyone who’s overly nice. I don’t want to tell anyone what to do, or whom to trust, but that’s just how I feel. I mean, think about it. Is anybody ever really that nice or that happy without having ulterior motives?
There are times in life that are just genuinely sh*tty. If they don’t faze you, I start to question what you could possibly be hiding. And you know exactly the type of people I’m referring to.
You’ll be standing on a packed 7 train in the middle August, like a sweat-infused tin of sardines, with fluid from the air conditioning dripping on your forehead like new age Chinese water torture.
You can sense everyone standing in your vicinity rolling their eyes, except one middle-aged man, who’s inexplicably grinning from ear-to-ear. As if he’s amused.
Just visualize that. You can’t help but start to question his ulterior motives. Anger and aggression are essential human qualities, and while they might be a bitch to deal with when regarding your roommate or mother, they’re vital to the whole mind-body connection.
When you’re missing one of these traits, or are overly abundant in another, like kindness, the whole “recipe” becomes unbalanced. Think of someone who’s overly nice as, like, an overly sweet piece of cheesecake.
Sure, after your first bite, you think you’re indulging in the finest wedge of cake you’ve ever encountered. However, by about bite three, you realize the cake is TOO sweet and really just makes you nauseated. This same type of thing happens with people who are TOO nice.
After a while, sweetness gets old, and you want realness instead. While nice people are fantastic individuals, it doesn’t mean they’re always trustworthy. Confusing kindness for honesty can be a fatal error. I’ll explain.
You DEFINITELY shouldn’t trust anyone who’s overly nice regarding anything fashion. I’ll explain. It was the first day of 5th grade, and to be honest, I was just super stoked about starting middle school.
Middle school was big-doing, back in the day, take it from me. You went from tables in elementary school to desks, cubbies to lockers, cooties to making out with girls. To say the least, I was feeling myself.
I remember the scene perfectly. I ran into the kitchen and yelled, “HEY MA, HOW DO I LOOK?” She told me “like the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen,” and with that, I jumped on the bus, hoping for a magical start to my middle school career.
Literally speaking, though. That was the issue. It was during my big “Harry Potter” phase, which aptly preceded my “first rebellious phase,” and I was dressed like a student of Hogwarts Academy. OBVIOUSLY, my wizard looking ass got damn near laughed off the bus.
Truly, my mom was only trying to be nice though, by telling me I looked handsome as opposed to suggesting I go upstairs and put on a basketball jersey. However, if she didn’t worry so much about hurting my feelings – within the privacy of our own kitchen – she would’ve saved me years of humiliation among my peers.
My mother is a saint, but let’s be real, after that day I knew I couldn’t trust her fashion sense. Not in a bad way, just because I didn’t know if she was keeping it a stack with the boy. That’s the main take home point here.
In life, a lot of the times, hearing the truth sucks. Whether it be pertaining to the girlfriend or boyfriend that you’ve been suspecting is cheating or waiting for the results of some test you didn’t really prepare for. Hence, if you want the truth – try to avoid people who are considered “nice.”
To help put that in perspective, think of “kindness” and “honesty” as the second cousins of character traits. They’re kind of related, but technically have nothing to do with one another. And that’s the problem with a lot of nice people, they’re afraid to hurt others’ feelings.
Sure, MOST nice people will also be honest – simply because honesty is USUALLY a “nice” trait to exhibit. But not always.
A lot of nice people WON’T be honest in an attempt to uphold their kindness. However, I remind you, white lies are still lies. And they can end up causing a lot more issues than plain old honesty, and a touch of chutzpah.
If you want the truth, find an assh*le. They’ll always tell it straight.
Courtesy: Elite Daily
You will experience creative energy only with love , points out OSHO
An individual has three layers: body, mind and soul. So whatsoever you do, you can do in three ways — from the body, from the mind, or from the soul. Any act of yours, can have three qualities. Sex is love through the body; romantic love is sex through the mind; compassion is through the soul — the energy is the same. Moving in a deeper way, its quality changes, but energy is the same.
If you live your love life only through the body, it’s a poor love life, because you live superficially. Sex, just of the body, is not even sex — it becomes sexuality. It becomes pornographic, it becomes a little obscene, it becomes a little brutal, ugly, because it has no depth in it. Then it is just a physical release of energy. Maybe it helps you to become a little less tense, but just to become a little more relaxed you are losing tremendously valuable energy.
If it can become love you will not be losing it. In the same act you will be gaining also. On the physical level there is only loss — sex is simply a loss of energy. Sex is a safety valve in the body: when the energy is too much and you don’t know what to do with it, you throw it out. You feel relaxed because you are emptied of energy. A sort of rest comes, because the restless energy is thrown out — but you are poorer than before, you are emptier than before.
And again and again this will happen. Then your whole life will become just a routine of collecting energy by food, by breathing, by exercise, and then throwing it away. This looks absurd. First eat, breathe, exercise, create energy, and then you are worried what to do with it — then throw it. This is meaningless, absurd.
So sex becomes very soon meaningless. And a person who has known only sex of the body, and has not known the deeper dimension of love, becomes mechanical. His sex is just a repetition of the same act again and again and again. A man who lives a life of physical sex lives and dies just doing one thing, and all else is centred on that one thing. And it is futile, and it is not nourishing. Sex turns destructive. Unless it becomes love, it has no creative energy in it.
It simply gives you a mechanical release. You can become addicted to it. You don’t enjoy it then, but you will miss it. If you don’t go into it, you will feel restless; if you go into it, there is nothing in it. Unless sex starts becoming deeper and is transformed into love, there is no way. People will have to go towards drugs, helplessly. Even if they are reluctant they will have to go, because the old drug of sex is finished. It is not finished because it was futile; it is finished because people lived only on the superficial level. They never penetrated its mystery.
At the most, people know something about what they call romantic love — that too is not love; it is repressed sex. When you don’t have the possibility of making a sexual contact, the repressed energy becomes romance. Then that repressed energy starts becoming cerebral, it starts moving into the head. When sex moves from the genitals towards the head, it becomes romance.
Romantic love is not really love, it is pseudo. It is again the same sex, but the opportunity was not there. In the past ages, people lived in romantic love because sex was not so easy; society created so many obstacles. Sex was so difficult that people had to repress it. That repressed energy would start moving into their heads — would become poetry, painting and romance, and they would have dreams, beautiful dreams.
Source: Speaking Tree