Not Sorry
Published on April 21, 2019.
In the past few days I had read a couple of books. In “The Mastery of Love” by Don Miguel Ruiz I found
Love is ruthless, it doesn’t feel sorry for anyone, but it does have compassion. Fear is full of pity; it feels sorry for everyone. You feel sorry for me when you don’t respect me, when you don’t think I am strong enough to make it. On the other hand, love respects. I love you; I know you can make it. I know you are strong enough, intelligent enough, good enough that you can make your own choices. I don’t have to make your choices for you. You can make it. If you fail, I can gve you my hand, I can help you to stand up. I can say, “You can do it, go ahead.” That is compassion, but it is not the same as feeling sorry. Compassion comes from respect and from love, feeling sorry comes from a lack of respect and from fear.
I have been reflecting about those words and how many times I said “I am sorry” to someone: when my friend lost their baby, when my friend lost their father, when my friend had their application rejected, and so many other times. I will try to be more careful with my words.
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