“Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are travelling the dark journey with us. Oh be swift to love, make haste to be kind.” — Henri Frederick Amiel
I sat on my sofa admiring the view outside. Sun dappled the tall still pines. What a beautiful, warm day I thought. As I got closer to the window I noticed those tall pines were not so still; the upper portions were swaying and the limbs and needles were waving good morning. The sun might have been smiling, but I opened the door to be bitten by the wind.
My assumptions were based only on my sense of sight. Even that was limited as I was looking through a window frame. Not only did I not see the whole picture, but I couldn’t view it clearly because the glass was muted. I had made an assessment without using all of my senses. How often do I do that I wondered. It’s probably more often than I’d like to admit.
While my vision is narrow, I can see and feel more when I use my heart. I can use my heart to hear the words unspoken…you know the sentences between the sentences. I remind myself of this ability which should never remain unused.
How many suffer in silence? Is it simply because I don’t see? Or does the blame rest with them because they didn’t speak up? Perhaps they choose to suffer alone. People, personalities, and problems are complex. Everyone knows someone who is obviously in pain…you can see it in the way they walk or stand; you can even read it in their eyes. However, you ask them how they are and they’ll tell you great and how life has blessed them. Then, there are those people who zip up and down the stairs in stilettos and you ask how they are and they will spend hours telling you about every ache, pain, and how the world is out to get them. It makes one wonder if the latter are suffering on a much deeper level in which they aren’t willing to speak. I confess I get annoyed with these people. I remind myself we each have our own journey to travel.
The holiday season brings out the best in some and the worst in others. We have those who frantically and rudely dash about while we have those who casually and compassionately stride spreading cheer wherever they are. Which do you choose to be? It’s a conscious decision. Really, it is. While most of us are dealing with deadlines and budgets, we can choose to work with time management and creativity.
We generally reap what we sow. It is time to give what we wish to receive. We have a choice in what we bestow to the world. We can choose to be kind. We can choose to be generous. We can choose to love. We can choose to be grateful for our blessings. We can choose to be a blessing to others.
“If compassion was the motivating factor behind all of our decisions, would our world not be a completely different place?” –Sheryl Crow