Anderen ergens de schuld van geven is vaak veel gemakkelijker dan hand in eigen boezem steken.
Je kunt bijvoorbeeld je sleutels kwijt zijn, onmiddellijk denk je dat je kinderen, je man, je vrouw ze hebben verplaatst.... want jij bent er heilig van overtuigt dat je ze daar had neem gelegd toen je thuis kwam.
Even later zie je de sleutels op de wc liggen, want je moest zo nodig naar het toilet toe toen je thuis kwam dat je ze daar had neergelegd.
Ook andere mensen vergeten dingen als ze verstrooid of uit hun humeur zijn en schoppen weleens ergens tegenaan als ze boos zijn of gefrustreerd
Het punt is dat ze het meestal echt niet kunnen helpen, het komt voort uit gedachteloosheid, onopmerkzaamheid of andere emoties waar ze op dat moment echt niet veel aan kunnen doen. We zijn zoals het boeddhisme zegt: allemaal slaven van onze handelingen. Waarom zouden we dat andere kwalijk nemen?
Laatst las ik een rijm die ging over beschuldigen. hij is in het Engels maar vond hem te gek...
Je kunt bijvoorbeeld je sleutels kwijt zijn, onmiddellijk denk je dat je kinderen, je man, je vrouw ze hebben verplaatst.... want jij bent er heilig van overtuigt dat je ze daar had neem gelegd toen je thuis kwam.
Even later zie je de sleutels op de wc liggen, want je moest zo nodig naar het toilet toe toen je thuis kwam dat je ze daar had neergelegd.
Ook andere mensen vergeten dingen als ze verstrooid of uit hun humeur zijn en schoppen weleens ergens tegenaan als ze boos zijn of gefrustreerd
Het punt is dat ze het meestal echt niet kunnen helpen, het komt voort uit gedachteloosheid, onopmerkzaamheid of andere emoties waar ze op dat moment echt niet veel aan kunnen doen. We zijn zoals het boeddhisme zegt: allemaal slaven van onze handelingen. Waarom zouden we dat andere kwalijk nemen?
Laatst las ik een rijm die ging over beschuldigen. hij is in het Engels maar vond hem te gek...
“A woman was waiting at an airport one night, With several long hours before her flight.She hunted for a book in the airport shops. Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,Thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”With each cookie she took, he took one too, When only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, He took the last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her half, as he ate the other,She snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, Why he didn’t even show any gratitude! She had never known when she had been so galled,And sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate. She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, Then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes. If mine are here, she moaned in despair,The others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.”
Dus als je weer eens iemand vals beschuldigt, denk dan nog maar eens aan de rijm van de koekiedief.
Christel
www.senyen.nl
Others blamen is often much easier than saying that it is all you. For example, you have lost your keys immediately, you think your children, your husband, your wife, they have moved them .... because you are firmly convinced that you had them when you came home and put them where you think they were. Moments later you see the keys are on the toilet, because you necessary needed to go, when you got home you had deposited them there. Other people forget things when they are scattered or their moody and sometimes kicking against something when they are angry or frustrated The point is they usually can not really help it because of thoughtlessness, Diverted attention or other emotions. We are like Buddhism says all slaves of our actions. Why should we blame others? I recently read a poem that was about blame it is so good...
“A woman was waiting at an airport one night, With several long hours before her flight.She hunted for a book in the airport shops. Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,Thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”With each cookie she took, he took one too, When only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, He took the last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her half, as he ate the other,She snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, Why he didn’t even show any gratitude! She had never known when she had been so galled,And sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate. She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, Then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes. If mine are here, she moaned in despair,The others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.” So if you wrongly accuses someone think of the poem of the cookie thief.
Christel
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