Suffering
So I was at the pharmacy yesterday to pick up some medication for my 91 year old mother. Patiently waiting in line for my turn to be called, when out of the corner of my eye I spot an older gentltleman making his way towards me. Good morning, he says.. and then, starts to talk to me as if I was a long lost friend of his. I was a bit confused and really did not know what was going on. So all I could do was just knod to simply acknowledge what he was saying. Thankfully my turn comes up and I politely tell the talkative man to give me a moment so I could deal with my purchase. The gentleman steps aside, looks around and starts up another lively conversation with somebody else. In his distraction, I quickly pay and quickly scurry out the store.
We all suffer one way or another in life. How we deal with suffering determines the degree of it and how we can overcome it. Some face their suffering, others take pills, some talk a lot in order to mask their suffering. I chose to runaway from my suffering in the store and deal with it another day. Lot of us do that, you know, ignore what we are feeling. Its a quick fix and it will come back to haunt us another day.
Sort of like that talkative confused older gentleman at the pharmacy. I should not have left him hanging like that. Maybe it would of been best to have told him politely that he was confusing me with someone else. More than likely I will meet up with him at the market and once again, thinking that I am his friend, he will start up an endless conversation with me. While I, on the other hand, will find myself knodding and thinking the best way to make my exit stage left.