Why world react so rude on our mistakes?

 Our mistakes and the world

Why world react so rude on our mistakes?

Have you at any point pondered why the world vexed us? 

For instance, when something transpires that we don't need, we utilize the sentence "the world has crumpled on our heads"? 

Who really is the world to set up this sentence? 

Or then again where are we in our lives, on this planet? 

What does life attempt to mention to us by giving what ought to be for us, not what we need? 

Intermittently we would even prefer not to accept that what I have is my genuine need. 

Notwithstanding, life just reacts to my profound need with what it gives and what it doesn't give me. 

This otherworldly need can be the torment brought about by an encounter that ruins the world to me, or it tends to be a delight that can't be beaten. 

                                                                                     

Truth be told, the need of my spirit decides my encounters. 

There is a term Sufis use: "To go through the world ..." 

Might it be able to be an instrument to attempt to comprehend this idea, to separate our misguided judgments, to arrive at the correct self? 

Commonly in our encounters, either the universes become our own or the world separates on our heads. 

We feel that there truly is a self and our reality. 

It is simply the observation itself, now and again mixed up. 

                                                                                 

We think all that we have is our own, including every one of our encounters. 

However even experience isn't our own, it is endowed distinctly to our profound development. It closes as we create and comprehend. 

Once in a while the wellspring of the profound grieving that happens inside us when something is gone, when we lose our friends and family, is now and then our off-base view of self. 

We stick such a great amount to everything on the planet that has been given to us - property, property, mother, father, youngster, profession, darling, life partner - we feel so tragic when we lose them. 

Notwithstanding, without hanging tight, choking, battering, gullibly adoring and being joined has no taste ... 

                                                                 

To adore life gullibly ... Knowing its worth and incentive consistently ... Understanding that even a moment is just endowed to us ... Could this be our most noteworthy guardian angel when suitable? 

The world isn't our own like no one else. It is our own just as every other person ... 

In this existence where even the body is endowed to us just forever experience, where am I on the planet? 

In the event that everything goes back and forth, can my off-base view of self be the wellspring of my trouble, grieving, delight and joy? 

State what? ????