This is inspired from something I read on the Internet thanks to this quote, consisting of God’s words spoken by the prophet Isaiah in the coming of Christ:
“Behold, my servant whom I have chosen, my beloved with whom my soul is well pleased. I will put my Spirit upon him, and he will proclaim justice to the Gentiles. He will not quarrel or cry aloud, nor will anyone hear his voice in the streets; a bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not quench, until he brings justice to victory; and in his name the Gentiles will hope.” Essentially, a human disposes something that is no longer useful.
I wish to begin with something that occurred the night before. I was driving to my girlfriend’s place and, having activated my signal, stopped to turn into the parking area. Oncoming cars were passing, and it wasn’t long until I advanced forward to start the turn. All of a sudden, a car, facing the same direction as I, sounded his horn as he stood next to me. I discovered that he was behind me and was trying to cut me off by entering into the adjacent lane where oncoming traffic had passed. Once I entered into the complex, he sped forward impatiently with this air as though I’d done something wrong when in fact it was he.
At any rate, this isn’t about who is right and who is wrong. My girlfriend told me later that there are some who are simply not well inside: it isn’t a question of health but rather of broken self-esteem. There is no single person out there who is better off or worse off than anyone else; and I do mean no single person. Jealousy stirs when someone is famous or rich, living a comfortable life – and then the age old irony comes forth in which this subset of humans is not well inside. For them, it is a matter of living a feigned existence through palpable circumstances. In the case of the rich, they come off as beautiful, glimmering. And then those who are not rich may have an air that is not so appealing. What makes any person better than anyone else? No one is better than anyone else.
I do not like this qualitative scale. We are all happy and we are all suffering. That is that. I do not believe that everyone is completely in the latter, for such a life is impossible. Therefore, as I stated in my previous post, we must learn to accept both the good elements and the bad: to not be a slave to either one completely. Balance is important.
For me, it is through love that I live. For quite some time, I had not fancied the human race and preferred to be alone. I still prefer it, but my love for humans grows more and more. I am getting better, and no matter the impatient fellows on the streets or the gloom dripping down some faces like sweat and tears, I continue to love humans as much as I can without judging anyone.
This means that, when it comes to being kind to others, there is no logic, no statistic that should lock up a heart’s desire to be heard. One time, I spoke to my mother how someone had helped a blind man up from the ground because he’d tripped in the middle of the street as cars were waiting. One man had come to help, and my mother, though sympathetic towards such a kind deed, said that he could very well have faked it so as to do some unlawful thing, like stealing the man’s money. I am certain that the last thing that man thought about was the possibility of being robbed. The heart and mind are meant to complement one another; if logic were to overpower the heart, that blind man would not have been saved. It really does come down to balance, knowing that even if the man were robbed, he had money in his pocket and was able, unharmed, to give it to someone. Life moves on after that.
But what can we take from our experiences as life moves on? What can we do when there are those with a cup of bitter juices squeezed arduously by impatient, trembling fingers as they take whatever fruit can be found from the ground? To live life is to climb the tree and make the effort to retrieve finer fruits, because that is how life should be lived. Life should not be lived easily. To climb a tree requires effort, knowing that some branches will not be as strong, or some will just be out of reach, but you must continue. You must. And when a community of kindness spreads in the tree of life, someone will be there to help you to a distant branch or to keep you from falling.
That is why I have learned to be better when it comes to my faith in humanity. Because I know that as I continue to help others, through anything at all that I can do, it will strengthen a branch upon which someone else will climb later. And through my experiences, no matter what they are and no matter what comes forth, I can help someone who may be climbing well and needs help to reach a distant branch. I will be there for my loved ones with all my heart and soul, and I will be there for other humans as much as I can.
My cup is not the same as others, though the taste from one cup to the other may be all too familiar. We all have our respective experiences, our respective joys and woes, and those experiences will bring bitter times as we drink the cup we are served, but we must have faith, fellow humans. =) We must help those who are in need and those who are not. We must help ourselves within so as to serve humanity with the respect that they deserve. Respect one another and continue to climb, helping others along the way. That is a life we must all procure some how. =)
“Either make the tree good and its fruit good, or make the tree bad and its fruit bad, for the tree is known by its fruit. You brood of vipers! How can you speak good, when you are evil? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. The good person out of his good treasure brings forth good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure brings forth evil. I tell you, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak, for by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.”
– Matthew 12:33-37