I’m pretty sure I heard this story from my most favourite monk, Ajahn Brahm at some point in life but I can’t really give you a reference in form of a link or his book or talk .. but I want to write something that draws on from what he had said ..
He said (as far as I remember) that once someone called someone a dog.. The person got very angry and felt really insulted and wanted to take revenge .. that how can this random person call me a dog ..
The very next minute, a strange realisation set in and he sat down to look at himself .. He didn’t have a tail, neither did he bark, didn’t even have 4 legs .. He wasn’t a dog, he was a human. So he started laughing and realised that it is not his problem or that he doesn’t have to think on how someone has called him a dog because he is not one.. It’s the other persons problem who just called him a dog .. the more he got into the depths of this realisation, the more he couldn’t stop laughing at being called a dog and in turn all that revenge and anger disappeared .. He just walked away from the whole situation saying .. May he be blessed with clarity of thoughts ..
Diving into this story, we are called so many things by so many people at so many instances and now if we start thinking about each one of them or even one of them as to he said be this to me and she said this about me.. it doesn’t really work .. One of the finest work that a human has is to talk and to express what he feels without the liability to hold that exact same expression and feeling forever ..
People grow. People change. So do their likes, dislikes, thoughts and feelings .. hence, for every thought of someone else towards you, you can’t be tying yourself down to either prove or disprove it .. Like everything else, you got to let it pass and work on your own self in whatever capacity and time that you are blessed with ..
Hence, next time on, when someone says something that’s insulting or abusive, rather than reacting with how dare he/she?! Pause, laugh and work on your inner light and make it shine bright ❤️
Every once in a while I get bombarded with ‘justice’ hashtags and shares.. justice for either her or him .. justice for this or that ..
I am bored of this justice to be honest and I don’t even understand ..
I can’t go and tell the parents of a 7 year old in this very world that selling her to the sex trade so that her family can survive is wrong or right.
I can’t go and tell a 10 year old who just got pregnant due to an assault that her life will be back to normal and fine.
I can’t go and tell a young boy as young as 6 that it is okay to sit in silence and watch his mother being raped by soldiers.
I can’t go and wipe off the tears of a young teen who feels he is worthless because he couldn’t save his family from being set to fire.
I can’t go and tell millions out there that their faith and beliefs have no power.
I can’t even promise any individual that if he seeks the path of honesty, he shall rise and shine.
And neither can I tell anyone that being brutal, putting your own needs before others at the cost of their emotions and lives will not help you survive and thrive.
I can’t wipe out lust, greed, prejudices and jealousy from each and every mind..
Perhaps this is why ‘justice’, in my time, trends as a hashtag.
I live in a world where robbing individuals of their innocence and space is not a crime.
I live in a world where an entire country gets wiped off the map because of war and it is fine.
I live in a world where liars get applauded on stage; trials get ruled by money not by content.
I live in a world where your house, car and travels provide you a social status; not your individuality or rigour.
I live in a world where non scholar videos and articles feed your brain not books or research.
I live in a world where honesty, trust and love are fashionable in text not for real.
I live in a world where no one has patience to chase truth through the path less travelled and known.
I live in a world where propagandas are massive and issues are huge.
I live in a world where I, like millions, no longer know what living means anymore.
All the things that trouble me are my thoughts. Not only my thoughts but every other thought that’s thrown at me with a lot of conviction is also troubling. At times, I wonder, just these two words ‘I think’ create so much of stir inside that it gets to a point of no return. Whether this ‘I’ is you saying it to me or me saying it to me is irrelevant. Just the fact that this ‘I’ is succeeded by ‘think’ is good enough to trigger every possible emotion and raise the levels of anxiety in me.
I have always known and heard way too many times how I am not the body, how I am not the thoughts, how I am beyond all this but then the minute I step into life, thoughts become a part of my breath, things become a part of my being and somewhere all that I get reduced to is a thrash can trying to hold everything within.
I wish replacing thoughts with love was easy. I wish replacing thoughts with trust was easy. I know I am not there yet but I do know that it is where I want to be. Thoughtless for sure but in love and trust forever.
A lot many times I have held a gift in my hands; touched it, felt it and possibly drowned myself in the memories that surround it. The person behind the gift took the chair of prominence in my minds eye and I have let my thoughts deepen the relationship between.
I often find it misleading to think that materials are useless; it’s the thought that counts and matters. I feel it’s the journey into thoughts that is led by the materials that matters the most.
It is often heard that thoughts become things but it is rarely heard that things when gifted or bought or sold, connect and build stories. Sometimes powerful stories of love, of friendship and of trust. At times earning all your love and respect and at times channeling all the negative emotions and forcing them out of you.
Either way, the art of gifting or buying or selling, things; paves the way into connecting individuals onto a journey where they share each other’s stories, become part of it, learn and at times unlearn but grow through it all, for sure.
Her signatures didn’t match, neither did her cards work
Heels hurt her ankles; and the back zip made her uncomfortable
She stood patiently looking at her watch
She was hoping something, somehow would tick in the clock
The minutes turned to hours and hours into a day
Her routine of waiting never changed its way
Righteousness never flowed in through the passage of her door
She never knew what it would be if life had been tuned not abhorred
Perhaps destiny, is what she consoled her heart of!
Maybe the winds were listening to her in disgust and moved on
Patience gave into pretence; circles reduced to dots
Brokenness defined itself through her unnerving faith and trust.
When a child is born, the umbilical chord is cut by someone, he is cleaned up by someone, he is wrapped up by someone and he is fed by someone. He, is dependent on everyone around; he trusts everyone around; he is a part of them and they are a part of him. To him, they are all part of the same ‘life’. Trust, faith, love and being take care of comes as part and parcel of his very entity. Right after he is born, he places his trust in everyone without knowing his relationship to them, without knowing what work they do professionally, without knowing how much money they have or how much money he has. He is born a human and he comes with his basic rights of trusting humans for being human and for making him one of them in time, through what they all share, ‘life’ 🙂
Then why through the years, these very core rights of his on humans needs to be earned back?! Why does he doubt intentions of others?! Why does he think twice and even thrice or several times before loving another human?! Why his vision of ‘trust’ gets restricted?! Why?!
Life, never said to the soul that was born that ‘go and earn money, earn a name for yourself’.. Instead life said, ‘go and live me. Live me well.’ .. And ‘live well’ took into materials so deeply that the very core of his rights as a human, on other humans and on life itself, got blurred.
Why would trusting another human beyond relationships be so hard?! Why would loving another human beyond defined boundaries be hard?! These are what we were born with, these are what we are made of! So why would we bring and build other humans differently?!