Who's Who? - Lesson Learned | Pinoy Teacher's Stories

Some of you may have read my recent post Some bi***y behind-the-scene story. Quite a story, yes?

Well, who's the victim and who's responsible?

Here I was writing it all down but the point is, they may be sharing their own points of views too with their friends. We all have our share of stories.

Who ends up the victor and the loser, is the question.

But does it really matter?

My point:
People will always have something to say. Either you accept it as true or negate it.

If I am affected (and really affected!), I'd rather confront the person involved than go to all my friends asking for comfort, I'd rather talk to the person and have everything settled than go to all channels, whispering behind backs! - It will not solve anything - promise!

Since I may have unconsciously hurt their ego, (and really, many are not so sensitive about this, sometimes we are already hurting people with our words and actions and NOT know about it! - INDIFFERENCE! I am guilty of being one sometimes, my bad!), it would have been BEST for them (my choice) to directly talk to me and we can all settle the differences right there and then rather than act as if everything's ok, or talk behind someone else's back. Communication is my preference!

But it is all about INDIVIDUAL DIFFERENCES too, some (and this is not a racial thing, this is true to all races and culture) does not really have the guts to do it, some would just swallow their pride and bottle up their negative feelings inside (mmm, cancerous! - no like!) or find solace through their own sets of friends, who could get back on the person! - resistance, resentment, revenge!

Life, life's like that at times. Either we live with it, fight it or do something about it!

My lesson learned:
I really need to start becoming more sensitive and conscious of my words and actions because I am directly or indirectly affecting the people around me. I am responsible, accountable and the time is now to do something about it.

Life give us lessons, and until we learn the lesson, it will keep on coming back.

I pray I learned mine this time.

Peace! :)

NAMASTE.