I was just struck with the notion that one of the roles of life is possibly about pleasing others.
My choice to not be employed was I believed an ideal situation. There was no one to answer to, and no idiosyncrasies and bloated egos to manage. In short, I did not have to work at pleasing others.
Choosing to put pen to paper, it has dawned on me to generate an adequate means of survival, writing is all about pleasing the reader.
Sustaining any form of relationship means pleasing the other party.
I am entertaining the thought of life as a recluse in the outskirts or in the jungle, sustaining one's physical self with a vegetable patch and a smattering of animals. Besides Mother Nature, would there be anyone else to please then?
Pleasing Allah is totally acceptable to me. One way of pleasing Him is to please others, but in what context?
I am currently at a loss as to my thoughts.
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