I was watching a film. A typical The Conte of Monte Cristo adaptation. The good boy was betrayed by his best friends. He returns in another identity and starts taking his revenge. Step by step, bit by bit he was making them suffer in the very same way they had done to him. As a good audience I was enjoying to see them suffer.
At one point I felt I didn’t like the boy as I used to. He had every right to make them suffer, he was just organizing. Organizing their greed against each other. Yet I didn’t like to see him gloat, albeit on righteous grounds. He was turning into the exact person we are manipulated to hate at the beginning of the story. Sometimes we start for something good but on the way we are mesmerized by something else and attraction of the challenge sometimes leads us to somewhere else than we had set off to.
Like the famous story of Sultan Mahmoud. After the passing away of his beloved wife. For sometime he turns back to life. Than he decides to build a tomb for his wife which will reflect their magnificent love. He directs his great passion to the building of the tomb. He deals with every detail. Day and night he works and works. He does not see anything else than the construction. Many times he breaks down the bits he didn’t like and rebuilds it, to reach the perfection. Over and over. It takes years. Finally the construction ends but he was not satisfied. There was something that’s spoiling the perfect geometric architecture. He walks and stares at the building for days. Then he finds out. It’s the grave of his wife. He moves the grave to somewhere else and finishes his masterpiece Taj Mahal.
Lots of thoughts, feelings crossed my mind. Forgiving, right-wrong, justice, the thin line between love and hate, ying-yang. My unliking lasted a few minutes. Later this got me thinking. What made me like him? What made him different from his hostiles? Neither him nor the others are pure evil or pure good.Then I realized that it’s me who chose to see him good. I chose to focus on his good side. As the saying goes , beauty lies in the eyes of beholder. The same goes for hate too. In this funny world, nothing and nobody is pure black or pure white. It’s us who decide, it’s our focus, it’s our inclination. We have noone else to blame. It’s us only us.
I think this video is a prime example of focusing:

Author: Levent

Errrm, ummm, well. Darn!

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