The Enemy Within

I met Jams several months ago. Her skin was dry and was occasionally looking at blank spaces far and endless. When she opened her mouth to speak, all I heard was complaints about how life and everyone was unfair to her.

Jams claimed to be religious. So, I asked her straight: "for the last the last 3 days, can you recall all those things your shared with people? Were they glad that they talked to you? Did they become inspired or better persons? You claimed to be a prayerful person, but I don't feel the goodness of your God the way you talked about life." At that, tears fell down from her eyes.

Self-pity is the poison in disguise: some people love to cultivate the feeling of the illusion of pleasure of being cheated by anyone and of the world. Playing the victim is a sweet consolation of the losers.

Self-pity does not have a place in the heart of a mature person. It's an illusion lazy people want to keep in themselves to give them the power to justify why they don't forgive, why they don't love, why they don't succeed. It’s the enemy within.

Before we parted ways, I told her, “maybe you want to make a list of the blessings you have received…” With a smile and a hug, she said, “yes, and thank you.” I answered, ‘prego’ :)