How can someone reach silence and count their blessings?
When they live what people think as an ideal life?
Happy, idyllic, model middle class family? Good grades? Good college? Good major? Bright future? Trusted by peers? Having small but warm circles of friends?
For some, good is not good enough, as if you can never have a fulfilled life.
For some, anything short of perfection is disastrous, and achieving perfection is much like a minimum threshold.
For some, duties, responsibilities, and obligations are words that somehow chain them, make them think that they do not deserve even the humblest praise, even for completing a heroic deeds for public-at-large.
In return, they demand more, more, and more from others.
They expect the world to cope up with their expectation. They think that the world is just as ambitious as them. They think that others can be as hardworking and as persistent as them.
And they keep thinking. And while the world has been exhausted just to keep up with their expectation, they have raised the bar many times.
For in much wisdom is much grief, and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow
Until they look out.
Until they see that others have been impoverished as they squander resources just to satisfy their insatiable search for perfection.
Until they see that others have been exhausted just to keep up with their impossibly high standards
Until they see that their wealth, their works, their abilities, their influences means nothing
Until they realize that their life is just as ideal as they have ever been when they are grateful of who they are
Until they realize, all go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
And when they have realized all of that, they try to be thankful, but they have been trapped in the rat race for false perfection, so they continue the race, and return to business-as-usual
Better is an handful with quietness, than both hands full with travail and vexation of spirit