Jean Lucs Bistro

All secrets aren’t kept for long.

And I revel for it.

Someone said ‘ignorance is a bliss..’tis folly to be wise.’ Whoever said that must have been a genius. So genius he’s naive.

Sufferings and trials are inevitable, some inexorable- they’re like a wretched clutter lurking in one’s mind. They exhaust you to some stark terror and tempting form of depression.  ’The Secret’ by Rhonda Byrne makes us realize that the mind is its own place. From the intellect everything begins and ends- from your creation of your own paradise or Hades. It’s your choice. Our mind acquires an unbelievable capacity and potential to determine the sum total of what we are at the moment, and become what we aspire to be. Procrastination is always a struggle in vain.

‘The Secret’ also suggests that our mind almost always randomly dwells from one thought to another, and there are thoughts that we repeat to the point that they become a subconscious habit with a wellspring of the actual and concrete things  one experience and acquire.

 Though still recovering from being used to meditating such contemplations, I started filtering my own thoughts and it satiates to feel that you are in control of your mind processes. ‘The Secret’ is not just about positivity boboos, it may not give a definite resolution-no, not really a moment of truth- but it sure is your consequential ally.  It renews one’s mind and ditches the notion that you are utterly weak when you can summon limitless posibilities for your own happiness, success, and all the pleasant things you so badly want and desire.