Don’t let cruel people plant fear and hate in your heart. ~ Heidi Sloss #SheQuotes #Quote #peace #hate #fear #hope
(Credit to The Philippine Daily Inquirer for photo)
I always am blessed to learn or to be reminded of something good while taking the MRT. But today was quite different.
There are almost a handful of things I was reminded of or taught about while experiencing another worse-than-packed-sardines-MRT day. (Which is almost like everyday, except Sundays XD)
1.Our society is very much like this kind of MRT day. People pushing,impatient, all desperately racing to get their destination, not minding that others like them are on this same platform as well. Literally, and figuratively speaking.
They’d push, they’d do almost anything to get on that train. I strongly think that 2/4 of the frustration comes from not giving others the chance to get off first. (The tramcar is obviously full, how could one get in when others haven’t gotten off to give next passengers actual space??)
Would anything change if we push ourselves into an already jam-packed vehicle? Are those few secondss we lose just to let others off first really so important? Won’t we lose more when we fight and almost push others off the railway?
This mentality of “my welfare first”/“i have my problems too” is a major reason why we ain’t moving as a society.
“No man is an island” is something that I believe talks more than just individual loneliness. It talks about how we all, despite being unique, are interconnected. In fact, it’s our uniqueness that helps us connect and helps us collectively more forward.
2. Reminded again to never judge a book by its cover. Just because that person looks so “sacred” that he/she can’t be corrupt.
Such kind of person was next in line to me. Making way for someone getting off, I was pushed out and then that person got in first. I laughed at the encounter but it made me sad, since they’d be like one of those people many would expect to act with more patience & decency… whereas if I would have worn a veil slightly different from theirs, society would probably just go “Oh she’s of ‘them’. Rude, is expected”. (Prejudice is something terrible to have)
3. Despite all the frustrating ills we have as human beings there’s still hope. Most grateful to the security guard who let me go first -even after I was pushed out of the queue, giving me an exception even when others would have protested. He saw what happened and calmly explained even the commuters’ hot tempers. Without his help, I probably would have ended up at the end of dreadful queue. (I know because none of those who were next to me in line moved an inch to let me get back in line after being pushed out.)
“There is still hope”. If only we could all learn to be like that security guard. If we could stop being stubborn in being pessimistic. If we could learn to let ourselves have sympathy/empathy again. That the plight of others is not their fault entirely. Especially in this society, we in differing degrees are responsible.
Reminds me of that commuter who laughed at Pnoy for trying to implement “tuwid na daan”/(pursuing the) “straight path” and all who still believed in it. That person said, “He’s a fool! What straight path? It’s nonexistent. In this society? Ha!”
I wished I could’ve spoken out then.
Because the only reason we can’t seem to get on a straight path is because we have chosen to believe that such path doesn’t exist. We laugh at others ACTUALLY doing what they can to change. When we should pity ourselves for not being concerned,giving up, doing nothing.
4. Last is something I’ve adopted after taking the MRT quite often, if not regularly.
In a competitive society, the pressures of everyday life can come from all directions- pushing you, squeezing you ’til you can’t seem to breathe.
Letting these pressures get to you won’t help. Letting the anger of others get to you won’t help. Breathe despite all of it. Adjust what you can, but never loose your footing, your zen within. I’ve learned to calmly let others be when it seems there’s nothing I can do now to change the situation. And to smile, even it can be painful.
Because it might seem such a long ride, but as long as you keep patient in doing what you can, your bound to get to your destination in time.
A/N: Final share! I really find this piece heart-warming and mind provoking. The analysis is very rough, I admit. But I hope the message still comes through! 🙂 Peace!
BLIND MAN AND THE SUN
Short Story, by Su Shi (Su Dong Po) of the Song Dynasty
Once upon a time, there was a blind man who did not know what the Sun is. So he asks other people to explain.
One man said, “The Sun is shaped like a copper plate.” So the blind man banged on a copper plate, and listened to its clanging sound. Later when he heard the sound of a temple bell, he thought that must be the Sun.
Another man said, “The Sun gives out light just like a candle.” So the blind man picked up a candle to feel its shape. Later when he picked up a flute, he thought this must be the Sun.
And yet we know that the Sun is vastly different from a bell or a flute; but the blind man does not understand the differences, because he has never seen the Sun and only heard it described.
From the first intake, it would seem most fitting to approach this piece of literature using the Imitative Theory primarily, and the Affective theory secondarily.
Su’s use of the two characters can be immediately construed to mean more than their literal sense. What the Blind Man and the Sun represent exactly, however, would entail proper study of the exact timeframe when it was written and the state wherein the author was when he wrote it.
Taking from the personal background that is noted of the author, one can deduce that this short story is another expression of the values of that he stood for being raised and educated through his highly-educated mother and his town’s Taoist priest. Whatever are the values aimed to be addressed in the piece are surely addressed through the story of the blind man trying to grasp something that he had never seen.
A probable answer to the true identity of the Blind Man could be Wang Anshi, a political figure who, along with this faction, was the common subject of criticism by Su. Or could the Blind Man be an imitative depiction of himself, written during his time of exile and poverty in Huizhou/Huangzhou? Was this short story a depiction of an inner realization? It was in Huangzhou that Su had reached his literary zenith.
With all the questions, one lesson drives the whole story. Perhaps the ambiguity of the true identity of the Blind Man and the Sun was the intention Su had when he penned this story. Perhaps the author left the answer relatively limitless so that the lesson he tried to communicate would make a more effective impact to the heart of the reader. For the lesson answers the questions, “How do we expect to find something we cannot grasp? With our limitations, how must we approach the understanding of things?”
The way of the One True God, in His True Message, is the way of balance and never of the extreme. His Guidance covers all aspects of life as it covers the entire cosmos for He, in His Absolute Oneness, is the Originator and the Creator of all things. He forbade the extremes such as the extravagance-greed/miserliness, and arrogance-self-depreciation/self-abasement, recklessness-cowardice and complacency-rigidity.
-(the gist of this Friday’s Qutbah/sermon… All glory and thanks be to the One True GOD.)
For having True Faith which is rooted in True Belief, for example, means being grateful and humble. Seeing what you have and even what you have not, as gifts/blessings in disguise. As to spending, not wasting your blessings in vain things (extravagance) but also realizing the blessing in sharing. As to character, it is having hope and seeing wisdom in the purpose of the skills we have been given, thus witnessing God’s Absolute Greatness above all through our limits. It is having the understanding what it means to Trust in His Wisdom and Power, and also what it means by being His Creation gifted with a limited free-will: the responsibility to act with and for Truth and Justice. (Blabbered reflection.)
A/N: A new section! Under this section, are “drabbles” of thoughts taken from instances of daily life. They aren’t really write-ups like FROZEN and others under the Thought’s of an Ahjumma (elder lady/auntie) category. I was hesitant to post here with such shortness, but then somehow the idea of making a section named with the word “shorts” (hahahah) seemed to fit it just right. Again, all praise be to GOD.
“A man is the one who fears the death of his heart, not his body.”
– [Imam Ibn Qayyim al-Jawziyyah]
“Moral philosophers, working within the ethos of the secular, have recognized that man without virtue is worse than a brute.”
– by Sheikh Hamza Yusuf