Morality comes from a conscious conscientious thoughtful mind. Unlike common sense, morals oftentimes are shoved down a throat of many people by societal believes and standards.
THE CROSSROADS, a desolute man.
There sits a man at the cross roads, unsure which path to venture into, the poor man’s eyes show confusion and uncertainty. He sits there catatonically and has no clue as what was happening around him as people go up and down slowly and some swiftly. Everyone seems to be busy or preoccupied other than the poor man, he tries to get a grip but he seems to have a little confidence left in him. In his hand was an old suitcase bulging out of fully packed clothes he was carrying. He seems far distanced than the fact that he is caught up faced with reality of life at the cross road.
A stranger pauses and gazed at the man for few seconds holding his chin. Suddenly he walks towards the astray man at the crossroads, and called for his attention. The man was far too deep and lost in his own unknown world and the stranger decided to stand in front of him rather, which he did but did not bring any change as the man appeared to have his mind somewhere far way. Gently the stranger toughed the poor man on his shoulder to draw his attention once more and this time the man slowly looked towards the stranger, uninterested.
In his eyes, was a cloud of confusion, despair and hunger! Without wasting time the stranger offered the poor man to come with him to a nearby coffee shop so that they can have a fresh nice cup of coffee and get to know each other. The man at first hesitated as he looked disoriented and lost. His mind appeared wandering and portrayed that he might have been through hardships of life. He eventually agreed to go with the stranger though it seemed uncertain about what he was embarking on.
They both were offered a table in the coffee shop, the stranger asked the poor man how he liked his coffee and slowly he mumbled, “With lots of cream please…” his voice was so faint and the stranger barely heard the poor man. They sat there for few minutes without conversing and eventually the poor man asked the stranger why he was so nice to him. The stranger smiled and said, “I am created this way and I’ve seen that you needed help and I offered “But I did not say I needed help” said the poor man with his eyes sunken and lips as dry as the bread crust, his hands were unsteady and lethargic. His feet showed that he might have walked a long distance and were full of blisters.
The poor man started talking after having two cups of coffee with chocolate muffins. “I was once a very wealthy man in my life; I was married with four kids and a beautiful wife. I lived in an up marketed estate few kilometers north of this coffee shop, but now I am no one, no place to stay or food to eat” he uttered the words sobbing. The stranger sat there and looked at the man and offered him a facial tissue to wipe off his tears. He then asked him what led to him become homeless.
The man was hard working in his times; he spent most of the times out of the country working. He thought he was building a bright future for his wife and four kids until one day when he returned from work and he found another man in his house, cozy and unbothered. He then took a very good close look at him only to find that it was his best friend, unmarried. By the look of things, the friend had been there for a while and he was wearing his clothes and acted like he was the man of the house. The poor man further explained that he called for his wife to explain, the wife blatantly said the poor man’s friend was the man of the house since he gave time for her when she needed it. She further exclaimed that all her children were not his but his friend’s.
The poor man stormed out of the house and never sat his foot there again. All that was what brought the poor man into the state he was.
Moral: Sometimes what we think is good for us might be the acid within the vessel. Life has a strange way of disappointing us if we don’t appreciate what we have or see the meaning and values of the significant others.
Gezane©
A LIMIT OF YOUR KINDNESS
Recently Steve had a car accident. So he put his car in the garage to carry out the repair work. Since he had to go to the job daily, he decided that until the car is ready, he will travel by the metro train. One day, he noticed a homeless guy at the train station at night. He felt pity for him, so he gave him some change from his pocket.
The homeless guy thanked him for it. Next day again, he noticed the homeless guy at the same place. This time Steve thought to get him something to eat, so he went outside the station and brought him a meal. The homeless guy thanked him for his kindness. But Steve got curious and asked him, “How did you get to this point?”
The homeless guy looked up at him and with a smile, he said, “By Showing Love.” Steve didn’t understand it, so he asked him, “What do you mean by that?” The homeless guy replied that “Throughout my whole life, I made sure that everyone was happy. No matter what was going right or wrong in my life, I always helped everyone.”
Steve asked him, “Do you regret it?” To which the homeless man replied, “No, It just hurts my soul that the very people I gave the shirt off my back to wouldn’t give me a sleeve of that same shirt when I was in need. Son, It is better to build your own house and invite someone in for shelter than to hand them your bricks while you are building yours. Because one day you will turn around and look at the spot where you had planned to build your house. It will be an empty lot. Then you are the one looking for bricks.”
Steve understood what the homeless guy meant and thanked him for the good advice.
Moral
Helping others is not a bad thing at all. But Sometimes, while we are helping others, we forget our own problems and needs. One must remember that sometimes sharing is better than giving away. You can do a lot more by being in a strong position instead of bringing yourself into a weaker situation.
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Hasty: be sure before you conclude.
Despite the heavy rains pouring down from heavens, Tjonti kept running like a mad man from the nearby fields. He has to stop and catch some breaths otherwise he might syncope of fatigue but that was the last in his mind. He continued with a speed of light into an open space between the field and his homestead. A fading light is seen from afar, and he aims at it as he rushes to save his life from what God knows but only he knows why he is running and what he is running from.
He is hasty and he isn't looking back. He eagers to reach a safe place by the look of things. He appears unequivocally fearful with unevokable feeling of draughty from the antigonizing air that strongly brushes his foreface thus debilitating him further. His feet can no longer amplify his need to escape from his ordeals, and the muscles are stretched to its limits.
Tjonti is not sure of what he has encountered in the field. The only thing he remembered was an image under the tree and without a proper look he decided to run for his life. His mind really played him because the image he'd seen was a shadow of dried out tree that was slightly hidden by the other living tree. He probably thought it was some animal or a person who perhaps had bad intentions about him.
Lesson: It is always advisable to get facts straight prior taking any decision in one's life. Because what we see is not always necessarily what is really happening. If you be hasty to conclude without thorough assessment, you might not stand the consequences thereof.
