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The wrath caused by human mind



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Does this thing matter to me after a year?

Yes, sometimes we try to do something very passionately. But we fail. Fail miserably.

We get angry. We get frustrated. Negative thoughts.

Okay, these negative thoughts are okay. This negative thought is the worst: “That fellow gets these things done well. He is appreciated” The worst negative thought.

Worser: “We gloat!”

Such times such articles try to thrash the negative thoughts.

I liked this post. The post is made through windows phone. How nice.






Originally posted on Passionate Ambika ... passionate about everything in life.:



The human Mind is supposed to be one of the most beautiful creations of God. It has the power to transform things around it. The Mind makes the impossible the possible. And yes what happens to the Mind when it happens to start some wild alchemy in itself. It gives birth to the invisible cloak of “Suspicions Perceptions Vice Avarice and Extreme destruction”

We all have two things to think at any given point of time



  1. Positive

  2. Negative


When we harbour positive thoughts in our Mind, we give birth to some splendid things in life. We transform even pain into power. We elevate thousand more souls along with us to grow more, to work more and to achieve more.

But the moment we start thinking Negatively, we start welcoming some of the most dreadful things in our life. We invite some unwanted miseries

onto ourselves. We get restless about each…



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