107 Kapitel Laufend Mind is a wonderful thing.. it's something that makes us-humans, different from one another.
We all have a nose,a mouth, two hands, two feet, two eyes, one head-it's the mind inside that head that makes a difference. It's the mind that decides our character, it decides our actions, it defines our life,it's our mind that makes us love or hate something or someone.
People aren't all bad or all good.. they have a touch of both but it's the mind that tricks us into loving or hating a person.
Most of the times we don't actually love a person, we love the image of the person that our mind creates based on our memories with that person & same goes for the hate as well, we have bad memories with a person, we have a bad image of the person which leads to us hating that particular individual. We don't see people for who they actually are, we don't see the world for what it actually is, we merely see the image of it that our mind has created, the world for us is nothing more than an illusion. Our own personal illusion.. What's funny is that no one's ever going to know your illusion-your world as it is for you..
Despite all of the brilliant illusions that our mind creates, mind itself is the greatest creation of the mother nature. Without mind-this great tool, there would've been no cell phones, no television, no books, no music, no love, no hate, no life. nothing!
But in reality, the mind is but a twisted yarn of madness.
Yet every mind is great in itself.
And didn't they say..?
"No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness"
-with love,
Harika
