The Voice of Silence

 The Mustard Seed

NEVER TALK ABOUT YOUR SUFFERING. Suffer it, but don't talk about it. Why do you talk about it? Why do people go on talking and boring others about their suffering? Who is interested? 

BUT JUST NOT TO OFFEND YOU, if you start talking about illnesses and anguish, OTHERS HAVE TO TOLERATE IT -- but they start escaping, they start wanting somehow to get rid of you. NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR, because everybody has too much suffering of his own. Who bothers about your suffering? Don't talk about it, because talking creates associations.

DON'T COMPLAIN, because then you are asking for affection, pity, compassion, love. Don't ask, don't sell your suffering -- bring back your investment. SUFFER PRIVATELY, DON'T MAKE IT PUBLIC -- then it becomes a tapascharya, it becomes an austerity, one of the best.

JUST PUT A FULL STOP TO TALKING ABOUT YOUR SUFFERING. Your suffering is your personal affair, it is better that you deal with it by yourself. 

NOW I AM NOT SAYING YOU SHOULD SUPPRESS IT. You should definitely express it, but let it be to the empty sky above, where it will not become a burden on anybody's chest. 

AND DON'T ASK FOR SYMPATHY by relating your sufferings. This is being a beggar. LET YOUR MISERY BE RELEASED IN SOLITUDE, LET IT GO.

Lets read story about it...

One day a man came, a farmer, an old farmer, and he said, ”Look, you may be God, and you may have created the world, but one thing I must say to you: you are not a farmer, and you don’t know even the ABE of farming. 

And your whole nature and the functioning of your nature is so absurd, and this I say out of my whole life’s experience. 

You have to learn something.”

God said, ”What’s your advice?”

The farmer said, ”You give me one year’s time, and just let things be according to me, and see what happens. 

There will be no poverty left!”

God was willing and one year was given to the farmer. 

Now it was according to his will that everything was happening. Naturally, he asked the best, he thought only of the best – no thunder, no strong winds, no dangers for the crop. 

Everything comfortable, cozy, and he was very happy. The wheat was growing so high! No dangers were there, no hindrances were there; everything was moving according to HIS desire. 

When he wanted sun, there was sun; when he wanted rain, there was rain,and AS much as he wanted. 

In the old days, sometimes it rained too much, and the rivers would be flooded, and the crops would be destroyed; and sometimes it would not rain enough and the land would remain dry, and the crops would die... and sometimes something else, and sometimes something else. 

It was rare, very rare, that things were right. But this year everything was put right, mathematically right.

The wheat was growing so high that the farmer was very happy. 

He used to go to God and say, ”Look! 

This time the crops will be such that for ten years if people don’t work there will be enough food.”

But when the crops were cut, there was no wheat inside. 

He was surprised – what happened?! 

He asked God, ”What happened? 

what went wrong?”

God said, ”Because there was no challenge, because there was no difficulty, because there was no conflict, no friction, because all was good, you avoided all that was bad, the wheat remained impotent. 

A little struggle is a must. 

Storms are needed, thunder , lightning is needed. They shake up the soul inside the wheat.”

This parable is of immense value. 

If you are just happy and happy and happy, happiness will lose all meaning. 

You will become tired of it. 

You will be fed up with it. 

You remain interested in happiness

because there are sad moments too. 

Those sad moments keep you interested in happiness. 

You cannot go on eating only sugar and sugar and sugar – something salted is a must, otherwise all taste will be lost.

If you are just happy, just happy, just happy... you will have diabetes from happiness. 

You will become impotent. You will be bored, utterly bored – your life will not have meaning. 

It will be as if somebody is writing with white chalk on a white wall. He can go on writing, but nobody will ever be able to read it. 

You have to write on a black board, then it comes clear and loud. 

The night is as much needed as the day. 

And the days of Sadness are AS essential as the days of Happiness.

Sufferings are also Important part of our life....