Friday, May 31, 2013

Compassion

There was an old monk through diligent cultivation able to foresee the future, seeing his young eight year old novice only have 3 months left to live. He told the novice to take a holiday and visit his parents. 3 months later, to his astonishment, he saw the novice walking back to the temple but this time he saw a different future for the boy. He saw that the boy would now live to a ripe old age. 

To his curiosity, he asked the novice about his journey, and then the monk told him on his way back home, he came upon a flooded stream. As the boy tried to cross over the flowing stream, he noticed a colony of ants had become trapped on a big stone. Moved by compassion for these poor creatures, he uses a sturdy thick tree branches, hold it and form a bridge for the ants to cross over to the dry lands.

So that’s what had happen, the compassion of saving thousands of ants lengthen his days to live.

Initially, My interpretation of the story is to stop killing ants, at times when unmindful, we take advantage of killing this fragile easy to target living things but now as I reflected on this story again, I realised, every one of us regardless happy or sad, rich or poor, sick or healthy has the power to perform good deeds in our own way within our means, of course with sincere and right intention. 

We should not think it as neutralizing our karma that will be asking for something in return but with great empathy that we recognise every one of us are in pain and suffering in one way or another. Only when we help to lift up one another through love and compassion then we can alleviate others and ourselves out from the transient life. 

So far I’ve raised $3,665 for Hair for hope, a hair shaving movement to raise money for Children Cancer Foundation. Every moment regardless good or bad can be a breakthrough, after knowing my illness, I’m determine to create awareness and also raising money for the children fighting cancer.

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Grief can take care of itself, but to get full value of joy, you must have somebody to divide it with
 ~ Mark Twain


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