The more you trust to someone the more you get hurt by him, it’s the golden rule. That one could be your best friend, or your family, or your wife. This rule never changes, you get hurt in any case. Not only trusting someone, also the more you love someone the more pain comes from that beloved one. You get beat up, so to say, and you can’t gather yourself up for a while. “He would never do that. He isn’t that kind of person”. These thoughts prey on your mind for long years. When you understand that the one who did that to you isn’t him, you feel relieved. When you leave your excesses, you begin to understand the running of universe. Fights, misgivings, anxieties, all of them come to an end. Serenity and peace begins. There’s also one more thing which is exact opposite of it. Some of us pride themselves on just for protecting their beloved vase for years. I sorrow for that vase, it would be better if it’s broken. A person whose mind is adhere to a vase, and a person who is captured by just a vase for years. It could be a vase as well as a friend, or a beloved one sometimes. The only thing never changes is the fact that we get shot by our excesses. I want to give a tangible example about this to consolidate. The other day I realized that I’m so addicted to my phone and social media. My phone battery started to go dead within a half day. I can’t take my phone in my hand anymore. Something signals me, and it says: “If you don’t get rid of this phone addiction, I will take your phone from you too.” I don’t know how to respond, should I be sad for this, or should I love it? I think I should love. Because thank goodness, Allah doesn’t let us to choke in the pit of our excesses, otherwise we get lost in that pit. These excesses don’t have to be tangible, we also have intangible excesses too. These could be even religion sometimes, and sometimes it’s just a football. As a result, it’s either radicalism or fanaticism. Every word which contains “ism” annihilates us. We’re getting lost in our excesses. Therefore, thank goodness every love comes to an end, every phone breaks down, and every friend abandons. It’s like Allah yells us:
– Look at the six directions, look at those eighteen thousands of worlds. Is there anyone else? Is there anything beyond? It’s only me, only me, only me.