The path of our life is strewn with many stones, generally coarse, often pointed, rarely smooth and round, What to do with the stones of the road? Spraying them with a hammer? bury them under the earth? Throw them one by one into the river?
The walker throughout his life stumbles with them at every step, hurts his feet, hurts and bleeds. You can not avoid them by making a detour through the rolling hills. Love it or not, the stones are there, waiting for you. What to do with them?
The plane arrives with a lot of delay. The work meeting concluded in a very tense climate. The hail hauled with the wheat fields. The boss was very offended. The traffic is clogged. What an antipatico type !. Our team lost. The inflation has shot up. The parents have separated. Mother has been given a month of life. The house has been mortgaged to the brother .......
Here is an endless and even more stones on the road.
The golden rule is this, LET THINGS BE WHAT THEY ARE. Once it has been concluded that there is nothing to do on our part, and that the facts will be stubbornly present at our side, without our consent, the reason advised to accept everything calmly
Accepting means admitting, without irritation, that the other is as it is, that things are the way they are.
Let's not let ourselves be riddled with the needles that rain on us everywhere. Rather, let go of our nerves, calmly focus our attention on every event that is present at our side, and, instead of irritating us, let us calmly and consciously, almost carinaily let each thing, one by one, be and happen.
Let's not mistreat the stones that we find on our way. Do not dodge them. Let's not get mad at them. We only suffer with this.
Let's not transfer aggressive emotional charges to everything that happens to us, the target of such furies is ourselves.Let's be delicate with stones. Let's accept it as they are. Let's be sweet and loving with them, that's the only way they do not hurt us. And if we can not assume them, but we can carry them on our shoulders with tenderness and carry them on our backs, at least let us leave them behind, on the road, as friends.
