by Paulo Coelho
Near Tokyo lived a great Samurai, now old, who decided to teach
Zen Buddhism to young people.
One afternoon, a warrior – known for his complete lack of
scruples – arrived there. The young and impatient warrior had never lost a
fight. Hearing of the Samurai’s reputation, he had come to defeat him, and
increase his fame.
All the students were against the idea, but the old man accepted
the challenge. All gathered on the town square, and the young man started
insulting the old master. He threw a few rocks in his direction, spat in his
face, shouted every insult under the sun – he even insulted his ancestors.
For hours, he did everything to provoke him, but the old man
remained impassive. At the end of the afternoon, by now feeling exhausted and
humiliated, the impetuous warrior left.
Disappointed by the fact that the master had received so many
insults and provocations, the students asked: " How could you bear such
indignity? Why didn’t you use your sword, even knowing you might lose the
fight, instead of displaying your cowardice in front of us all?"
" If someone comes
to you with a gift, and you do not
accept it, who does the gift
belong to?" asked the Samurai.
"He who tried to
deliver it", replied one of his
disciples.
"The same goes for envy, anger and insults", said the master.
“When they are not
accepted, they continue to belong to the one who carried them.”
Jadi,
masih mau menanggapi orang (juga hal) lain yang memang ndak sesuai dengan (hati)
mu?
Monggo.....
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