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Feeling life: Giving and receiving are both a gift

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Feeling life: Giving and receiving are both a gift

Giving and receiving are both a gift that requires both humility and courage.

- "One Man's Pilgrimage"

I remember reading a saying called "Giving is more blessed than receiving", and giving and receiving are undoubtedly the best if they can be carried out when both parties are satisfied with this.

If we look at this problem from the perspective of gain or loss, giving and receiving is nothing more than a gratuitous transfer of ownership of something valuable, one for loss and one for gain.

Therefore, it is very difficult to have a real "philanthropist" in the world, and what is given is only a dime, blessed to the recipient, and harmless to the giver.

Feeling life: Giving and receiving are both a gift

But if you look at it from the point of view of the mind, the problem will be different, and the amount of giving will become a secondary issue, and the ideas held in the heart will become a crucial question.

Let us make the assumption that all giving in the world is motivated by compassion for the weak, in other words, a pure giving.

But is this the ultimate meaning of giving and receiving?

"Compassion" cannot stand up to scrutiny, because it implicitly contains some kind of background noise of superiority and inferiority, and the act of giving gives giver some kind of psychological comfort.

Of course not!

Feeling life: Giving and receiving are both a gift

Complete giving and receiving is out of human empathy, in short, if a person has the idea that all mankind is brother and sister, he really understands the meaning of giving and receiving.

The giver is tantamount to supporting himself, and the receiver has nothing to be ashamed of.

Could something like this happen? This is possible when one breaks through one's personal narrowness.

The poet Saint Du Fu once wrote: "There are thousands of buildings in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy!" The wind and rain do not move like mountains. alack! When I suddenly saw this house in front of my eyes, I was alone and froze to death! ”

True compassion does not exist without the boundary of "me."

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