Tuesday. I’ll be happier when this day is over. I’m very stressed and I wish only my thoughts were torturing me but I also woke up with a hard neck and pain that goes to my head, chest, shoulder and arm.
“Stress can kill you”, we all know that. I wish I could deal better with it. The times I tried to meditate the only thing that I achieved was giving the ugly thoughts more room to torment me.
I don’t like worrying about things so much. I wish I could just say “F#$K IT” to everything.
I admit I learned how to filter a lot of things and let many other things go but I still think I should do better. I have to keep reminding myself that I can’t please everyone.

Here below I copied one of Aesop’s fables. I didn’t know this one and I really liked it.

The Man, the Boy, and the Donkey

A Man and his son were once going with their Donkey to market. As they were walking along by its side a countryman passed them and said: “You fools, what is a Donkey for but to ride upon?”

So the Man put the Boy on the Donkey and they went on their way. But soon they passed a group of men, one of whom said: “See that lazy youngster, he lets his father walk while he rides.”

So the Man ordered his Boy to get off, and got on himself. But they hadn’t gone far when they passed two women, one of whom said to the other: “Shame on that lazy lout to let his poor little son trudge along.”

Well, the Man didn’t know what to do, but at last he took his Boy up before him on the Donkey. By this time they had come to the town, and the passers-by began to jeer and point at them. The Man stopped and asked what they were scoffing at. The men said: “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for overloading that poor donkey with you and your hulking son?”

The Man and Boy got off and tried to think what to do. They thought and they thought, till at last they cut down a pole, tied the donkey’s feet to it, and raised the pole and the donkey to their shoulders. They went along amid the laughter of all who met them till they came to Market Bridge, when the Donkey, getting one of his feet loose, kicked out and caused the Boy to drop his end
of the pole. In the struggle the Donkey fell over the bridge, and his fore-feet being tied together he was drowned.
“That will teach you,” said an old man who had followed them:
“Please all, and you will please none.”

You can’t make everyone happy. But when you have to choose whom to make happy, who would be your pick?

Take for instance my mother. She never chose herself. She always put everyone and everything before her. One day she got very sick and she didn’t know if she was going to live or not. Then she realized that she had done things wrong.
Every chance she gets she tells me: “Don’t do what I did. Think about you because if you don’t, nobody will”.

I know that could sound a bit egoistic but think about it, if you allow yourself to be put always at the end of the list, then don’t expect other people to put you on the top.




~ by DotedOn on August 2, 2016.

10 Responses to “707”

  1. I think it’s natural for a parent to put their child before themselves but you can’t do it to the point where you are not caring for yourself. Everything in moderation, right?

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  2. I never heard of that fable before. I love it. Regarding meditation, do you try to silently meditate? I follow the Tibetan tradition and chant while meditating. It works much better to me. When crap starts to get to my brain, I just focus on what I’m chanting. Give it a try if you haven’t before.

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  3. WOW that’s some tale!!!! It’s years since I’ve read any fables i’ll have to follow the link

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  4. There needs to be a reasonable balance which can be difficult to achieve :-\

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