No one is spared of pain and sorrow in
life. Everyone has his or her quota of them in varying degrees. Good and bad
come in one’s life at unexpected times. While the good events are accepted with
glee, the bad incidents always leave us in despondency and trauma. They are
felt more and affect the rhythm of life. The longer it lasts the pain and
helplessness grows in intensity. We often compare with others and feel more
miserable. We even tend to blame others for our misfortune or curse God for
making us victims while sparing others. We become grouchy and tend to carry the
problems at home to office and vice versa. Frustrations like sick child, lack
of money, poor accommodation, and quarrelsome relatives and so on may manifest
in irritable behavior in office, poor output and brooding. The pressure in office,
the displeasure of boss heavy work, poor quality, and long commuting may result
in sulking at home, abrasive tendency, lack of warmth and pleasantness. The joy
in the home is robbed off and everyone moves to some corner unable to bear the
stuffiness. We think we are lightening our mind even by sharing our problems
with rank outsiders. This is a common human trait
I read this story by an unknown author
in the net
“The
carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough
first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric
saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start. While I drove him
home, he sat in stony silence.
On
arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front
door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with
both hands. When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His
tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and
gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed
the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had
seen him do earlier.
"Oh,
that's my trouble tree," he replied." I know I can't help having
troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, troubles don't belong in the
house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them on the tree every
night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again."
He
paused. "Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the
morning to pick 'em up, there ain't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the
night before."
As the carpenter did, we must learn to segregate
the problems we have outside and inside the home and not bring the wrong ones
to the wrong place. They hardly help in resolution of the issues but surely affect
the peace and harmony at either location. Most of the problems get resolved,
may be not to our full satisfaction, in a few days and if only we had the
trouble tree outside the home and office as the carpenter had, life would be far
more pleasant. Tough as it may seem, if tried sincerely, it will make for
greater harmony.
Much needed advice in today's world of stress and depression.
ReplyDeleteI am glad I read this first thing in the morning~!!! needed this!
ReplyDeleteWish we all could hang up our worries and woes to the tree. On a lighter note the tree would bend.
ReplyDeleteI would hang up my worries and in the morning, I will never pick any of them.
ReplyDeleteNice story. I am glad you have started writing here again.