A story which made me awestruck at the extent of forgiveness this mother has gone to.
Freedom in my heart from guilt, pain, bitterness. Purity of heart, that childlike purity is valuable. I have always prided myself to be able to let go of things, especially offences, eventually, with enough processing. It’s like allowing myself to relate with the offender on a clean slate, after all’s been said & done. It also allows myself to keep my heart soft, and responsive to people around me. It keeps the idealistic dreamer in me alive & kicking – that believes that the world can be a better place, with less injustice, with less unnecessary pain.
And so… here goes, a poem by Kent M. Keith / Mother Theresa, which resonates a state which I am trying to eventually arrive at: Anyway.
People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered; Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God; It was never between you and them anyway.
[Reportedly inscribed on the wall of Mother Teresa’s children’s home in Calcutta, and attributed to her. However, an article in the New York Times has since reported (March 8, 2002) that the original version of this poem was written by Kent M. Keith.]