I washed a whole lot of dishes today. As I worked away at the sink, I didn’t sing the way I usually do. I was lost in thought and meditation. As I was coming to the end of my cleaning, I looked to my right and saw so many clean dishes. To my left, I saw an empty platform. In the middle, the sink was clean and shiny; and empty.
Many times we read books about great women who were great home-makers, who disciplined their children tenderly and taught them great values. A few examples are oft given to elaborate these and other points, but many times they do not exceed a few paragraphs. The entire life of these women’s home-making deeds are summed up in a few (measly) paragraphs, and that’s about it.
You can’t fault silence, and neither can you regret it. You experience no guilt about something that you did not say. You do not mess up your character or reputation and you do not assume responsibilities for promises you made. You do not have to sooth or undo any pains that may have otherwise been caused. There are no words to take back, no regrets, and no-one is disrespected.
It would be dishonest of me if I did not write about my feelings about my previous post. I have never had such an overwhelming response in terms of likes and shares. Ever. So that threw me off-balance, and I really didn’t know how to go about it the next time.
I feared that I would write something that wasn’t as ‘inspiring’ as that one, and I would disappoint people. I even consulted with an expert in the field.