Down, Dance, Up, Dance
For 23 years now, I have dealt and still dealing with people who are hard to get along with. Rude people in particular, how did they get to that point where it is easy for them to say something so inconsiderate to another? And why do I always seem to be bothered by this, when two decades seem long enough for me to get used to the unnecessary remarks?
Mean people are unavoidable, they are always going to be around you. Their attitudes were shaped by the people they have been with and the kind of environment they grew up on. To some people, they may not be as bad as I think they are. They are beloved children, parents, friends of people who care for them. I realized that our differences in principles is the one to blame for the gap. My reaction was caused by my desire not to widen this gap. I am bothered because while I was trying to build a bridge, the person on the other end is trying to burn it. A futile effort, a waste of time, and a wake up call to kill my ideals that keep my faith in humanity alive.
I could not understand why, the moment it happened and hours after a conflict, my mind was still occupied with questions of where did I go wrong and what are the steps to set things right. Then I go home, let the quietness of my surrounding hear the inquiries of my heart. We made a deal that if I temporarily deposit these negative thoughts in my head right now to Him, He will give me answers.
I wake up with utmost serenity, I almost forget about my troubles with certain people. I feel the day is so packed with awaiting opportunities that there was no time to think about the person who couldn't get them. Then there was the answer -- maybe those people who carry their burdens with them do not wake up the same way I do, and chances are, they died a long time ago even before they started to live their life.
When you're down, dance. When you're up, dance. You could still hear the music, the others don't anymore.
