How strange: the harsh words of, and injuries done to us by others, we store up and reflect upon, like treasures, instead of letting them go and thinking of better things. The harmful acts of others are useful to us, and worth recalling, only insofar as we might learn something from them that might help us to avoid doing the same things to others. If we brood on them, with resentment, nothing good will come of it, and we will only make ourselves feel worse; what is the use of such self-inflicted suffering?

     In the Dharmapada, verses 3 and 4, we find:

     "He abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed me". In those who harbor such thoughts, hatred is never appeased.

     "He abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed me". In those who harbor not such thoughts, hatred is appeased.

 

Tell yourself

this:

It is better

to be cheated

than to

cheat.