People exploited my honesty
Honesty reflects true
human nature, high level principles, strictness and good character. Honest
people are truthful, trustworthy or genuine and stick to their belief. In any
society, people like honesty in affairs because such persons are authentic,
caring and they show maturity. Truthful persons do not try to gain popularity instead
they follow their philosophies.
It is highly
difficult for honest people to survive in corrupt society and they are
exploited up to extent that their existence may be threatening or challenging. Though
honesty is a good leadership quality but still such individuals have to suffer
a lot in their life.
I grew up in nuclear
family holding firm beliefs and adopting high life principles. It is natural
that life has ups and downs and we cannot have smooth path to chase our dreams
or objectives. Since childhood I was very simple, have altruistic behaviour and
tried to be good to others but people surrounding me were not reciprocating the
same. I did not have huge expectations from near ones or surrounding people but
normal behaviour is anticipated. My honesty was many times slayed and I was put
in trouble as I stepped ahead in different stages of life. People thought that
I will never raise any concern and they continued to oppress me any time they
wanted. My honest feelings are crushed and I always take care to make comfortable
to others. Just envisage how long it can go. I am a living entity. I was doing
my righteous job as I am strong believer of God.
People use my honesty
as a tool to keep them secure and enjoy their life on the pillar of my honest approaches.
With degradation and repetitively
receiving dishonour from surrounding people, I became full of sorrow. The only strong
support of my breath was that God always showered me with its blessing. I feel
that whatever I do in my life, with others is recorded in God’s book and when I
will appear in front of God, I will have no option to falsify any action I
would have done in materialistic world. Therefore I never shout or develop a
feeling of revenge from people who exploit me. Still, I sometimes take a bath of sorrow which
makes me uncomfortable.
Now with age I have
maturity to cope up with dishonest guys and learn to tackle them. I get
strength from the moral mantras of great saints and leaders like Swamy Vivekananda
and noble writings of Saint Kabir.
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