So when this incident happened, within which I became a part of a
rumour, and had to hear rubbish allegations, letting go became difficult. It was
the situation of double confusion – my spirituality was telling my mind to let it go and
move on, but my heart wanted to react – it wanted me to use strong words to reply
back to the lady who had put me in a fix. And then I read somewhere – be like
water.
Absolutely loved the concept of being open – rather than
dominating my forcefulness, I tried to let my emotions go wherever there was an
opening. I softened my hard edges (accepting that I too can be incorrect was
difficult), and tried to become tolerant of others’ opinions. I pictured myself
with same qualities as of water – free to flow, allowed myself to be soft,
weak, and yet yielding, flowing delicately into the lives of those who created
the hurt. I let my thoughts go beyond to enter their private inner selves, allowed
them to see (perhaps for the first time) their own experiences with me – kept this
image of me as gently coursing water, and watched my relationships change.
