For every popular person, there will be a whole lot of fans... and a whole lot of haters. Fans adore their idol for whatever reasons. From appreciating the attractive physical appearances to quality of personality. However today I would like to focus more on the haters.
I used to be a hater... perhaps I still am. However as years have gone by, I have become more relaxed. I used to be intolerant of other people and their fortunes in life, their privileges. Especially those that did not earn what they have. They were just by chance, born into a wealthy family.
I have rarely met people from privileged backgrounds who were kind, generous or even wise. They seem to always be so focused on themselves despite all their needs already fulfilled or would be. What vexes me is that they can actually lament about their woes in front of people who are obviously less fortunate than they.
The less fortunate get by with life despite the crises that the rich suffer from.
That was my personal beef. The fortunate, or the people who were better off than most, having the audacity to whine about their supposed lot in life. It is an insult to people below their status. It is a slap to the face.
After going through some messages. I now care less of what other people have, that I do not. Coveting something that was never meant to be mine is not productive, it does not help in any way. It only makes me bitter with what I have, casting it aside and just hoping to acquire what the have, to mimic their being? Would I really gain? What price would I have to pay to have what others have? What do I need to sacrifice? What is the point of hoping to gain that which comes to another effortlessly, while I have to give up so much for it?
Everyone has their blessings and shortcomings. Just because some people are seen in their good form does not mean they do not ever have problems. One person's crisis is another person's triviality. We may never ever see it in our lifetime, just as how others will never know the things we go through. But they are there.
Today, I carry my own cross. And I do not envy the cross of others.
When I am asked by He, "Do you love Me?"
I will not look to others as they will not have the answer I would need to give.
I used to be a hater... perhaps I still am. However as years have gone by, I have become more relaxed. I used to be intolerant of other people and their fortunes in life, their privileges. Especially those that did not earn what they have. They were just by chance, born into a wealthy family.
I have rarely met people from privileged backgrounds who were kind, generous or even wise. They seem to always be so focused on themselves despite all their needs already fulfilled or would be. What vexes me is that they can actually lament about their woes in front of people who are obviously less fortunate than they.
The less fortunate get by with life despite the crises that the rich suffer from.
That was my personal beef. The fortunate, or the people who were better off than most, having the audacity to whine about their supposed lot in life. It is an insult to people below their status. It is a slap to the face.
After going through some messages. I now care less of what other people have, that I do not. Coveting something that was never meant to be mine is not productive, it does not help in any way. It only makes me bitter with what I have, casting it aside and just hoping to acquire what the have, to mimic their being? Would I really gain? What price would I have to pay to have what others have? What do I need to sacrifice? What is the point of hoping to gain that which comes to another effortlessly, while I have to give up so much for it?
Everyone has their blessings and shortcomings. Just because some people are seen in their good form does not mean they do not ever have problems. One person's crisis is another person's triviality. We may never ever see it in our lifetime, just as how others will never know the things we go through. But they are there.
Today, I carry my own cross. And I do not envy the cross of others.
When I am asked by He, "Do you love Me?"
I will not look to others as they will not have the answer I would need to give.
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