What does hell actually look like and what is it like there?
in Psychology ·
🙂Eros, this is a path out of Hell:
when does a person actually find happiness?
It happens when they can look out over rivers, mountains, and distant horizons with a profound awareness of their own insignificance within the vastness of all things, yet still manage to hold onto faith, hope, and courage—the very roots of virtue.
When they recognize what is etched into their own heart, realizing that every other person is just as noble as they are, and when they make the effort to understand, love, and forgive those around them.
When they learn how to truly empathize with people in their sorrow, their joy, and even their failures, knowing deep down that everyone is fighting a heavy battle against circumstances that almost always exceed their strength.
When they have mastered the art of making friends, and more importantly, how to actually keep them.
When they find beauty in a flower, learn to appreciate nature without needing to conquer it, and feel that sudden pang of nostalgia for an old, forgotten happiness.
When the sound of a child’s laughter or a melody from childhood strikes a chord.
When they can maintain their peace and dignity despite the cheap shots life keeps throwing at them.
When the canopy of trees or the way sunlight hits the water can move them, feeling like a glimpse of someone long gone and deeply loved.
When no cry for help goes unnoticed, and no hand reaching out for assistance finds him indifferent.
When he sees the good in every faith, regardless of its name, seeing how it helps a person reach toward the divine and grasp the grand meaning of existence.
When he can look into a roadside gutter and see something meaningful beyond the sin.
When he knows how to pray, how to love, and how to hope.
When he has remained true to himself, true to his people, and true to God, holding a sword against evil in one hand and a sliver of poetry in his heart—content to live, but not afraid to die.
That is the man who has uncovered the secret to happiness, and he's trying to pass it on to the rest of the world.
Joseph Fort Newton
it's all right there.
p.s. if you aren't religious, just ignore that part; the sentiment holds up regardless, and I find myself reading this every single day.
when does a person actually find happiness?
It happens when they can look out over rivers, mountains, and distant horizons with a profound awareness of their own insignificance within the vastness of all things, yet still manage to hold onto faith, hope, and courage—the very roots of virtue.
When they recognize what is etched into their own heart, realizing that every other person is just as noble as they are, and when they make the effort to understand, love, and forgive those around them.
When they learn how to truly empathize with people in their sorrow, their joy, and even their failures, knowing deep down that everyone is fighting a heavy battle against circumstances that almost always exceed their strength.
When they have mastered the art of making friends, and more importantly, how to actually keep them.
When they find beauty in a flower, learn to appreciate nature without needing to conquer it, and feel that sudden pang of nostalgia for an old, forgotten happiness.
When the sound of a child’s laughter or a melody from childhood strikes a chord.
When they can maintain their peace and dignity despite the cheap shots life keeps throwing at them.
When the canopy of trees or the way sunlight hits the water can move them, feeling like a glimpse of someone long gone and deeply loved.
When no cry for help goes unnoticed, and no hand reaching out for assistance finds him indifferent.
When he sees the good in every faith, regardless of its name, seeing how it helps a person reach toward the divine and grasp the grand meaning of existence.
When he can look into a roadside gutter and see something meaningful beyond the sin.
When he knows how to pray, how to love, and how to hope.
When he has remained true to himself, true to his people, and true to God, holding a sword against evil in one hand and a sliver of poetry in his heart—content to live, but not afraid to die.
That is the man who has uncovered the secret to happiness, and he's trying to pass it on to the rest of the world.
Joseph Fort Newton
it's all right there.
p.s. if you aren't religious, just ignore that part; the sentiment holds up regardless, and I find myself reading this every single day.