How
strange: the harsh words of, and injuries done
to us by others, we store up and reflect upon,
like treasures, instead of letting them go and
thinking of better things. The harmful acts
of others are useful to us, and worth recalling,
only insofar as we might learn something from
them that might help us to avoid doing the same
things to others. If we brood on them, with
resentment, nothing good will come of it, and
we will only make ourselves feel worse; what
is the use of such self-inflicted suffering?
In the Dharmapada,
verses 3 and 4, we find:
"He
abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed
me". In those who harbor such thoughts,
hatred is never appeased.
"He
abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed
me". In those who harbor not such thoughts,
hatred is appeased. |
