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The Release


Conflict is inevitable. If we are alive and kicking, then we are bound to disagree with someone. This week, I am seeing that.

Yesterday was Wesak Day and as I knelt down, closed my eyes in front of Buddha's statue, I asked 'Why? Why such conflict?!'. I even got a little angry. The answer came to me, 'Do you trust me?'

I guess, in everything that we do, every person that we meet, there is a reason. The person that I had a conflict with recently did not really, specifically do anything wrong but our principles were different. I move on the path of humility and understanding. I (try to) value people for who they are and work together as much as possible. But this person works on a different plane. He has completely different sets of understanding about the world despite having a religious background.

Therefore, I conclude that this irked me. Every time I see him post something online, I go a little berserk. But based on my principles, I move along and try to understand him. I connect with his soul and try to reach out. What I do not realize is that I am not meant to do that. I can't without toxifying myself.

So, over time, I guess my patience wore thin. I am only human.

I told him the truth. As everything fell apart, I feel not emptiness. I feel not despair. I feel not worry.

I feel freedom. A release that, maybe, I have been subconsciously looking for.
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