Excerpt from “Sand and Foam” from Kahlil Gibran:
Seven times have I despised my soul:
The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.
The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.
The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength.
The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.
Reading this made me retrospect about the times I have despised my soul.
So here is my list (and I am sure the number would be much greater than 7 ) :
- When she shamelessly basked in the biased affection of my dad and didn’t give any thought about how my siblings may feel about it.
- When she was afraid to voice her opinion against the wrong, just because she didn’t want to be on the bad books of people who meant world to her.
- When she said hurtful words just to win an argument.
- When she forgot to thank God for all the blessings in her life and when she never missed any chance to complain to God about any thing bad in her life.
- When she was judgmental about people and forgot to look for same flaws in herself.
- When she knew about her weaknesses and still instead of working on that just let made a fool of herself.
- When she forgets to keep in touch with friends and family and just blames the hectic schedule.
- When she was too stubborn to express her real feelings because she didn’t want to be vulnerable.
- When she chose to just offer empty words of sympathy when somebody needed real help.
……. will keep on adding as and when I remember more instances.
Reflections 