Let things happen

The first few funerals that my relatives had to attend, I noticed how sad and distraught they were when they hear the news and when they come home after. I felt sorry for them. But as the years wore on, there were more and more funerals. My relatives are not young anymore and it is as if they have become numb to news of funerals.

In fact, while I fought the urge to cry when one of the relatives was murdered brutally in a burglary, I noticed that the other relatives have the expression of acceptance. They did not even have anger in their hearts about the murderer. They were not furious and were not filled with hate. They just accepted it as it is, respected their dead sister in every way possible and went on with life.

In fact, the rest of us were more furious than they were and demanded the man be put to death for doing what he did. For them, they were like he will get what he deserves and it is not something they can control anymore. Nothing can bring their sister back to life, including the death of the murderer.

This was really an amazing enlightened moment for me. Things happen. That's it. You cause yourself more pain and take away the ability to heal when you hate so much.

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