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Why Reciprocate?

By Gil delos Santos
Not long ago, I was bragged upon of being desperate to ambition certain people's success. I smiled, got amused with the idea inside. They seem universal with success definition. I can claim success too in my own little world especially against those personalities they compare me with. If a man cannot approve certain facts in life, I am curious how God delivers the approval. 

Success is mostly associated with wealth and material possessions to the mind of the average. Gina Lopez is the real representation of success in my own definition. It is measured how much impact we contribute to the lives of the people effecting them to become better than how they were in the aspects we intend them to improve. Learn her deeds the same way how you should learn the story of the neighbors whom you criticize. Your goal in life determines your own definition of success.

I believe religion preaches universal kindness, not that "WHO" most people worship on Sundays then make them a bitch everytime they step out of the church. Love begets love. Even if we agree or not, hate begets hate too. To feel hate is not evil as a reaction in the context of being provoked, hypocrisy is. The universe needs reciprocation even how kind we intend to be. The unkind needs to see what they abuse when they are on a hostile stance.

Certain people are sent to the universe to challenge and critique us. Let them be. Take it as long as your rights are not violated or taken away otherwise give them a good challenge too. At the end, along with them you will all realize that every challenge always offers opportunity. An opportunity to convert ourselves become our better version. Do not just do yoga to beautify our social media bio, practice its principle. We are what we attract. Spread kindness not gossip. Most importantly, judge through the use of logical mind not through the influence fed by our circle from a second hand information.

Right or wrong, having the balls to own up personal flaw is power. However this is the hardest when no one is above us who can give the presence of balance to open our close mind. This is the reason why people with superiority complex meet their match in the same level through other people's strong personality too. They'd fight hard to stay in the throne of being right. They would even use religious passages (made by other humans too) to justify their stances. At the end of the day, it is not who is right or who is wrong as there is no absolute right nor absolute wrong anyway but how we are able to accommodate to accept own mistakes and settle differences equally. None of us is perfect. Stop having the ears of the perfectionists that don't give a chance to listen or the heart with one beat of being self-righteous. You would know you have this unrealized self-righteousness within you if you see this a lot from others. Mirror principle?

This makes reciprocity become a religion I practice. I feel I am compelled to learn my own life lessons from my detractors. Reciprocally, they'd learn their own lessons from me. For this, I am beyond grateful to the universe for putting these people up together to challenge to change somethings not only for the better, but for the best of us. Looking forward to the new mindset everyday. Hope you too!

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