Oops, I forgot that I’m supposed to hate you!
I once asked a wise man for a blessing, he replied, you should be blessed with many problems throughout your life.
Yes, you read it correctly; he blessed/cursed me to have “many problems”.
You could imagine the shock on my face upon hearing these ‘kind words’. He saw the look on my face and explained:
“Levi, when a great tragedy befalls someone, be it death, sickness or a failed relationship, the affected persons’ mind is centered on that one painful issue, he/she can think of nothing else but the deep pain and hurt of this one humongous problem.
“When one however has the ‘freedom’ of thinking about many problems, it is obvious that these issues are trivial and small, which gives him/her the ‘liberty’ to think about his many ‘problems’ like ‘where did I
leave my tooth brush’. Had there been a big issue; all the small ones would disappear.”
Since the India incident took center stage, a phenomenon has been taken place. All of a sudden fights lasting decades have been rendered mute, former rivals were seen crying over each other’s shoulder, and big organizations who were unable to acknowledge each other’s existence, let alone work together, are bonding together to find comfort and do good things for the world.
Hello!
One second! Am I not your enemy? Isn’t the cold war between us bullet proof? Weren’t we on opposite sides of the Berlin wall just one week ago? Didn’t I always disown you and everything you do? Where has the hate and ‘I can’t stand him’ gone?
A few Jews were tortured and killed in India and walls of hate are crumbling all around us. The sharp pain in that one horrific incident has put all our ‘problems’ into perspective. Ah, that’s the word: Perspective.
The perspective that if someone chooses to follow a different lifestyle, or interpret things in a way unlike yours and leads his life and teaches others in a way that you think is downright off track, it is ok, or
better yet, it’s beautiful!
The perspective that even though ’she said this’ and ‘he did that’ and ‘he started up the fight!’ there is a bigger picture out there.
The perspective on what true pain really means – not just a hurt from a wink taken the wrong way.
The perspective that there are people just like us dedicating their lives for something so much greater than themselves, not looking for billboards and dinner diplomas.
Boom!
The light bulb turned on, our vision has cleared and we see that we all truly love each other. A few tears cleared up our eyes and we remember that we are all one family and that our destinies are intertwined in
every way.
I can just hope that as time will go by and the light bulb will fade out, that the lessons we learned when the light of truth shined so brightly be not forgotten.
And by the way, I’m sorry for crying over your shoulder, I just missed your warmth and friendship. The stains of my tears will come out in the wash, but at least our friendship in back, intact and stronger than
ever.
Yes, you read it correctly; he blessed/cursed me to have “many problems”.
You could imagine the shock on my face upon hearing these ‘kind words’. He saw the look on my face and explained:
“Levi, when a great tragedy befalls someone, be it death, sickness or a failed relationship, the affected persons’ mind is centered on that one painful issue, he/she can think of nothing else but the deep pain and hurt of this one humongous problem.
“When one however has the ‘freedom’ of thinking about many problems, it is obvious that these issues are trivial and small, which gives him/her the ‘liberty’ to think about his many ‘problems’ like ‘where did I
leave my tooth brush’. Had there been a big issue; all the small ones would disappear.”
Since the India incident took center stage, a phenomenon has been taken place. All of a sudden fights lasting decades have been rendered mute, former rivals were seen crying over each other’s shoulder, and big organizations who were unable to acknowledge each other’s existence, let alone work together, are bonding together to find comfort and do good things for the world.
Hello!
One second! Am I not your enemy? Isn’t the cold war between us bullet proof? Weren’t we on opposite sides of the Berlin wall just one week ago? Didn’t I always disown you and everything you do? Where has the hate and ‘I can’t stand him’ gone?
A few Jews were tortured and killed in India and walls of hate are crumbling all around us. The sharp pain in that one horrific incident has put all our ‘problems’ into perspective. Ah, that’s the word: Perspective.
The perspective that if someone chooses to follow a different lifestyle, or interpret things in a way unlike yours and leads his life and teaches others in a way that you think is downright off track, it is ok, or
better yet, it’s beautiful!
The perspective that even though ’she said this’ and ‘he did that’ and ‘he started up the fight!’ there is a bigger picture out there.
The perspective on what true pain really means – not just a hurt from a wink taken the wrong way.
The perspective that there are people just like us dedicating their lives for something so much greater than themselves, not looking for billboards and dinner diplomas.
Boom!
The light bulb turned on, our vision has cleared and we see that we all truly love each other. A few tears cleared up our eyes and we remember that we are all one family and that our destinies are intertwined in
every way.
I can just hope that as time will go by and the light bulb will fade out, that the lessons we learned when the light of truth shined so brightly be not forgotten.
And by the way, I’m sorry for crying over your shoulder, I just missed your warmth and friendship. The stains of my tears will come out in the wash, but at least our friendship in back, intact and stronger than
ever.
0 comments
Kick things off by filling out the form below.
Leave a Comment