What is it that makes us hold our heads in our hands? What is it
that makes us look down? We carry many, several worries. Some of
them may be huge, others may be countless tiny ones. We scream
the loudest when those big or small worries keep being thrown at
us one after another. At such times, we fall into panic,
shouting in front of others or taking it out on our family.
Even though they bear no responsibility for it at all— it's
just a misplaced anger. After doing such things, if you try
talking to the friend you lashed out at, you might be met with
coldness. When our worries are overwhelming, even our important
relationships can come to an end. “Poor me,” we think,
lamenting our own misfortune. What does this story intend to
tell us? It is that, in times of panic, we should remain
silent. When panic strikes, our tone itself becomes a shout, so
stay home, meet no one, speak to no one. Because we are very,
very weak. In panic, we lash out at those around us and become
despised fools. Therefore, in times of panic, we must remain
silent. When panic strikes, our tone even becomes a scream.
Meet no one, speak to no one, stay at home.
Nothing will be solved this way. Nothing will be solved this way.
Really? Is that so? Will some of our worries be resolved as
time passes? If so, how fortunate. See, some of our worries
have disappeared like bubbles. How many worries do we have left
now? From here, make a list of the difficult worries in your
mind, start solving the simple ones first, and tackle today what
can be resolved. At all times, it is fortunate not to take it
out on others. It is fortunate not to scold others. May our
countless worries be resolved. May our laughter never be
defeated.
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