Perception of the deed

At times life dont give us our share of good deal. Anything at all we grudge and pointless results are drawn without analysing the situation. Whatever we do there is always a negative flow from within ourselves.
There was this wonderful story which i dont remember myself but was a thought provoking one so i m sharing it here
“Once upon a time, there was a man who had been the soul of kindness all his life. with whatever little he could he would definately help others.
When he died, everyone assumed that he would go straight to Heaven, for the only possible place for a good man like him was Paradise.
The man wasn’t particularly bothered about going to Heaven, but that was where he went.
Now in those days, service in heaven was not all that it might be.
The reception desk was extremely inefficient, and the girl who received him gave only a cursory glance through the index cards before her and when she couldn’t find the man’s name, she sent him straight to Hell.
And in Hell no one asks to check your badge or your invitation, for anyone who turns up is invited in. The man entered and stayed.
Some days later, the devil stormed up to the gates of Heaven to demand an explanation from St Peter, the keeper of heaven.
“What you’re doing is pure terrorism!” he said. “You sent that man down into Hell, and he’s completely undermining me! Right from the start, there he was listening to people, looking them in the eye, talking to them.
“And now everyone’s sharing their feelings and hugging and kissing. That’s not the sort of thing I want in Hell! Please, let him into Heaven!’
so with this all i can say is
 
‘Live your life with so much love in your heart that if, by mistake, you were sent to Hell, the Devil himself would deliver you up to Paradise.’
Live your life. Never think of all the badness. instead find the goodness in all the bad qualities. The life would definately give us a share deal of happiness and peace. At times situations might occur which might surprise us but have faith in you and ctake the road less travelled by. That was such thought by Nixon in his poem too.
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