When things are going fine, everyone can laugh. It is no big deal. But it takes courage to laugh in the face of adversity. If you can laugh at your pain, then it soothes your pain. Very few people can laugh at their worries.
You can laugh at your worries by looking at its futility, probability or your own stupidity to blow up things. Laughing at yourself, especially when there is tension among relationships, lightens up the situation immediately. It is a habit you need to develop to see the funny side of things.
Q. What will you do if someone who is drinking water mistakenly spills some drops on your written work?
A. You can quip back saying that it is good that you don’t drink ink.All you need to do is to see the lighter side of things and comment upon it.
Determine staunchly that whenever you are worried, you will laugh at your worries. Laughing at your mistakes and follies is the best medicine for you.
The Power of TruthOnce a widow’s only son drowned in the village pond. The widow was devastated. The entire village gathered around her son’s drowned body. A saint happened to be camping near the village. Someone suggested that they should go to the saint. All the villagers went down to the saint's hut carrying the body with them.
The widow fell on the saint’s feet and cried out, “Sir, I will not be able to live without my son. Please help me. Please get me my son back.” The saint closed his eyes and sat in silence for a while. Then he opened his eyes and spoke softly, “Dearest, I just prayed for guidance. I am told that if each one of us gathered here speaks words of truth, casting away some prevailing false in our life, the collective power of our words of truth can give life to your son.”
Suddenly every one became still. The rays of the setting sun illuminated their faces. Each one was feeling the sanctity of the developing situation. The saint was the first to speak, “Though I am fortunate enough to be pure in my outward deeds so far, I have committed many wrongs in my thoughts. May God help me to be as pure in thoughts too.” The confectioner spoke next, “I have been cheating you all ever since by using lesser weights.” The Pundit said, “I am no messenger of God. I have been routinely telling people lies that make them donate more to me.” The moneylender admitted to having fudged records of some deceased persons to cheat their survivors. Some confessed of theft, others of having told lies in specific important situations and so on.
By the time they had all finished, it was midnight. The moon was shining bright over them. They were all totally silent – eyes closed, experiencing thoughtless purity of heart. No one even noticed when the ‘drowned’ boy rolled over into his mother’s lap. They quietly dispersed after greeting the rising sun.
The life in that village became perpetually joyous ever since. The people there had learnt to live by the truth.