Have pity on those who pity themselves and who see themselves as good people treated unfairly by life-who feel that they do not deserve what has befallen them. Such people will never be able to fight the good fight. And pity those who cruel to themselves and who see only the evil in their own actions, feeling that they are to blame for the injustice in the world. Because neither of these kinds of people know thy law says, “But the very hairs of your head are numbered”.
Have pity on those who are fearful of taking up the pen, or a paintbrush, or an instrument, or a tool because they are afraid that someone has already done so better than they could, and who feel themselves to be unworthy to enter the marvelous mansion of art. But have even more pity on those who, having taken up the pen, or the paintbrush, or the instrument, or the tool, have turned inspiration into a paltry thing, and yet feel themselves to be better than others. Neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known”.
Have pity on those who bind themselves with the silken ties of love, and think of themselves as masters of others, and who feel envy, and poison themselves, and who torture themselves because they cannot see that love and all things change like the wind. But pity even more those who die of their fear of loving and who reject love in the name of a greater love that they know not. Neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst”.
(Paulo Coelho, the Pilgrimage)
Ps: that’s another encouraging things from coelho’s book, that’s why I love reading those. In our infinite pity, help us never to turn our knowledge against ourselves :)
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