HURT-Proof Heart?


Hurt-proof Heart???
Humans are not programmed. They have their own power to take decisions of their own. They have their own consciousness which dictates what is wrong and what is right. The more the conscious human is, the more precise s/he in taking decisions. However, interaction between the humans is complex because one cannot understand the level of the consciousness in the other. Contradiction in the level of consciousness give rise to clash of so-called emotions giving rise to calamities such as anger, attachment, and ignorance. This eventually is the cause of the misunderstandings that rise between two individuals, communities, societies and at the international levels too. But we are not hurt-proof. One gets hurt because of as simple as another's harsh words.

But there is always a way to be hurt-proof. Left by your girlfriend or boyfriend? Failed in an examination? Got rejected by an employer? And many more such questions that I needn’t have to mention, happen in our life. That’s when we are hurt. That’s when we are down. That’s when we feel like we got nobody to got care us. That’s when we lose are hopes. That’s when we feel like it-could-have-been-better if I were never born. These things are something we shouldn’t feel, actually. When a girlfriend leaves a boy, that don’t mean whole of the girls vanish from the world. When one fails that don’t mean whole of his time is gone but he’s got to give another try.

Generally, being positive in any rounds of the life is hurt-proofing oneself. Be positive. Positivity begins from ‘self’. Learn to be positive. It requires a bit of guts and patience. Try being patient. There’s always a way for a better life with positivity. 
Keep your heart hurt-proof. I am sure half your failures will disappear spontaneously. Practice to be in others' shoes that you understand others. That's how the consciousness begins. 

Disclaimer: This piece seems
to very philosophic. But there’s nothing philosophic about it. I am philosopher neither by profession nor by knowledge. I am just a simple student. I share this because I find it important to be “hurt-proof” in many circumstances in our life.

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