VICTOR MANUEL GUZMAN VILLENAM:.M:.
It is said that while there is someone who suffers, I have not right to think about my happiness. These words sound well, but they are fallacious. They have an appearance of thuth; but at the end, are erroneous. To the first observation of the human mystery, we can see a series of evidences in front of our eyes like these ones: The lovers love, Only the lovers can love. The lovers can not stop loving.
On the other hand, who suffer makes others to suffer. The failures need to bother and throw they darts against the people that triumph. The spiteful people flood with resentment in their vital environment. They feel happy when they can state that everything goes badly, that they all failed. The defeat of the others is their mitigation for the own defeats; and they are compensated for their frustrations being glad about the defeats of others, and interspersing to four winds negative news, often prevaricated and always praised. A frustrated person is truly fearsome.
The conflicts persons that sowers in the family or at work, being perpetually a thorn and fire for the others, because they are in eternal conflict with themselves. They do not accept anybody because are not accepted themselves. They sow divisions and hate around them because are hated themselves.
We will make others happy in the same way that we are happy. The only way of really loving the neighbor is reconciling with ourself, accepting and loving ourselves serenely. The precept “to love the neighbor as yourself” The measurement is, then, ; ourselves and chronologically is ourselves before the neighbor. Constitutes an high ideal to worry for the others like the worries for ourselves. Is necessary to begin, then, for us.
On this matter there are those who blithely argue that is selfishness. To affirm this, without major nuances, does not stop being a superficiality. Really to find ourselves, with no other purpose than to be happy, would be equivalent to withdraw into a narrow circle of a maternal bosom. If someone looks for exclusive and disorderly own happiness, doing it like the ultimate purpose of their existence, is fatally destined for the death, like Narcissus; and death means solitude, barrenness, emptiness, sadness. At the last instances, the egoism advances always accompanied and illuminated for tragic glow; selfishness is equal to death, that is to say, the egoism always finishes in emptiness and desolation.
To be happy means, specifically to suffer less. As the suffering sources dry off, the heart begins to fill with pleasure and freedom. And to feel alive constitutes already, without much ado, a small inebriation; but the suffering ends up by blocking this inebriation.
After all, there in not another disjunctive but this one: to suffer or to live. The suffering makes to human being to live in agony. Eliminating the suffering, the human being automatically recommences to live, to enjoy that happiness that we call life. As we manage to start uprooting the roots of sorrow and pains, it raises the thermometer of the inebriation and the vital pleasure. To live, without much ado, is already to be happy.
And if we achieve to get people really to live, the expansive force of this vital pleasure is going to help the human being to love their neighbor with spring resplendence and concrete commitments, so we are helping in develop a new man, reconciled with the suffering and pain, a pilgrim towards freedom and love.
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