Let me tell a story
Contentment, they say
is a state of happiness and satisfaction, we normally see in the context of
being happy with what you have or rather what you have got. Maybe, it is more
than that, sometimes, I cannot tell. For what you have got may not mean that
much and what you have you might not have placed value on to begin to treasure
it as a great possession, it is all contained in the mystery of contentment.
To some and to myself
I have so admonished to a sense of gratitude that if I cannot have what I want,
I should love and cherish what I have got. It is not about setting one’s sights
low and or the lack of ambition. Some pursuits lead to exhaustion and
unfulfilled dreams, big as the dreams may be.
The wisdom of the
ancients
For we all have the
woes and adversity that becomes the defining things of our storied existence,
then set against the tale of another, our suffering in all the ways that it
affected us, is small in comparison.
Whilst, watching the
military investigation television series NCIS, there was an
episode I had watched some years ago that I appeared on that occasion to have missed
hearing an aphorism that led me down the search for its provenance until it
brought me to the wisdom of the ancients, having passed through many
attributions including that of Helen
Keller took me to 13th Century Persia and a moment of deep
reflection inspiring this blog.
The little is great
indeed
“I never lamented
about the vicissitudes of time or complained of the turns of fortune except on
the occasion when I was barefooted and unable to procure slippers. But when I
entered the great mosque of Kufah with a sore heart and beheld a man without
feet I offered thanks to the bounty of God, consoled myself for my want of
shoes and recited:
A roast fowl is to the sight of a satiated
man
Less valuable than a blade of fresh grass on the table
And to him who has no means nor power
A burnt turnip is a roasted fowl.”
Sheikh Muslih-uddin Sa'di
Shirazi [Gulistan of
Sa'di: Chapter III Story 19]
A paraphrase of the
above quote in all its context is attributed to Helen Keller as “I cried
because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”
Touched by amazing
lives
I was in primary
school when I learnt about Helen Keller, she had only been gone 6 years,
another story that had such a profound effect on my impressionable mind was
that of John
Brown, the abolitionist, and who can forget the Harpers Ferry raid and the
marching song with the refrain, His soul is marching
on? But I digress.
For years, I mourned
the loss of love; for he had died, and then I realised, I was alive to love
again. In the same vein, for the pain, I have felt and the many sorrows indeed,
the greatest thing about being alive is the spirit of hope and possibility, for
in whatever situation we might be in, opportunity abounds for gratitude and
thankfulness, when we count our blessings, naming them one by one, and that is
what contentment is all about. The wisdom of the ancients is indeed timeless.
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