On July 22nd, 2014, my mind, for the first time, acknowledged the fact that heaven actually, truly, technically, legitimately exists.
I, for the first time, realized that all this time my mind never actually saw it as a reality.
I discovered something that shook my grounds, and changed how I view my life, forever.
I realized how we treat Jannah as sighed upon wish, a far away dream, not really as something that
we reach for.
Pursuing my own dreams throughout life has taught me that the mere change of thought from wish to goal can change everything.
And I wondered why do we treat Jannah the way we do.
Why isn't it a goal ?
An easy example here; when someone wants to lose weight, you can 90% guess if they'll be able to do it or not from the way they speak of it, and consequently view it in their minds, true?
If you noticed they were speaking of it as something in the far far future, or something that they still don't quite figure out how they'll reach it, you kinda get an idea about how serious they are about it (which isn't so serious).
But when someone else views it in a series of steps to be taken, hardships to be met, resources of perseverance and motivation that are needed to be found, you know then that it's on with that person.
Same concept.
That realization freaked me out a little.
I went through an existential crises for a couple of months or so.
Life seemed so different. And although everything was fine, nothing felt right.
I couldn't treat life the same anymore.
And nothing had a taste, and there was so much anxiety.
It was as if I knew I was in a transitional area, yet I was completely blind, not knowing where I was going.
I then realized I'd be needing to make my mind used to the fact that, just like with any other goal, there must be trust. Trusting the end result.
And there must be bravery. Any goal you stick to needs bravery.
To face yourself and others.
To say no when you need to. To explain why you said it, even though you'll be seen as a weirdo.
To be aware that you might be alone on the path you've chosen.
And finally acceptance.
That you'll chicken out sometimes.
That you'll get hurt.
And that it might never get easier.
And as they say, it never gets easier, you just get stronger.
I, for the first time, realized that all this time my mind never actually saw it as a reality.
I discovered something that shook my grounds, and changed how I view my life, forever.
I realized how we treat Jannah as sighed upon wish, a far away dream, not really as something that
we reach for.
Pursuing my own dreams throughout life has taught me that the mere change of thought from wish to goal can change everything.
And I wondered why do we treat Jannah the way we do.
Why isn't it a goal ?
An easy example here; when someone wants to lose weight, you can 90% guess if they'll be able to do it or not from the way they speak of it, and consequently view it in their minds, true?
If you noticed they were speaking of it as something in the far far future, or something that they still don't quite figure out how they'll reach it, you kinda get an idea about how serious they are about it (which isn't so serious).
But when someone else views it in a series of steps to be taken, hardships to be met, resources of perseverance and motivation that are needed to be found, you know then that it's on with that person.
Same concept.
That realization freaked me out a little.
I went through an existential crises for a couple of months or so.
Life seemed so different. And although everything was fine, nothing felt right.
I couldn't treat life the same anymore.
And nothing had a taste, and there was so much anxiety.
It was as if I knew I was in a transitional area, yet I was completely blind, not knowing where I was going.
I then realized I'd be needing to make my mind used to the fact that, just like with any other goal, there must be trust. Trusting the end result.
And there must be bravery. Any goal you stick to needs bravery.
To face yourself and others.
To say no when you need to. To explain why you said it, even though you'll be seen as a weirdo.
To be aware that you might be alone on the path you've chosen.
And finally acceptance.
That you'll chicken out sometimes.
That you'll get hurt.
And that it might never get easier.
And as they say, it never gets easier, you just get stronger.
