We are What We Think

Look at this picture. What do you see?

A glass half empty?

Or a glass half full?

Well, there are no right or wrong answers. Either way, the answer depends on how you look at the glass. You want to see it full? Or you want to see it empty?

okay. I'm starting to talk rubbish. Here, let me give you a clearer example. What we see about the glass resembles what we see in the decisions we make in our life. Would you rather have a glass that's full with water, or do you want it empty?

Say you are in a race. You have two options in your mind. To win this race, or just finish it. If you keep on the thoughts of winning, you'll feel like one, and whatever the results of the race was, deep down.. you'll feel good, like a champ. But if you feel like you just wanna get over this whole hullabaloo and finish it, then you would feel, well, nothing. Believe me, you don't want all your sweat and efforts go to waste and leaving you to feel-NOTHING.

It's about the same comparison to your life. When you are in some sort of tasks like your job, your chores, your homeworks etc. and you feel like you HAVE to do it, then in the end, you let your glass empty. Why?

Cause you don't see what's beyond it.

Yeah, it's kind of like simple math.

Chores+duty=boring rite?

But if you remove the sense of DUTY, and add in FUN, or IKHLAS, the equation will turn out to be like

Chores+ikhlas/fun=happy

When you're happy, all those 'duty' will turn into deeds. And you know what comes after deeds right?

PAHALA!

It's great that we have fun doing it, AND getting Allah's reward at the same time.

If we think on only what's happening then, without foreseeing it, you might miss the beauty of all that is meant for us. Sure, it takes A LOT to keep being ikhlas and all, but boy, if you keep thinking about what Allah will give you, and that it will lead us to Jannah, you sure wanna do it again and again, and it doesn't feel like chores anymore, and this my friend, will keep you glass FULL, insyaAllah.

goodness in Him, and only Him

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