“What’s wrong?” I asked my little boy when he came home from school many years ago. He answered “nothing”, but his gloomy face told me something had made him upset.
day he told me they had sung in school. One song was about the months of the
year. The hopeful months of spring and the joyful months of summer. Full of
anticipation he sat waiting to hear what the song would say about his
month, the month in which he was born.
sang about a boring, rainy month he became sad. He had always liked his month,
and now his beloved teacher and his classmates had sung that it was not a good
It is easy
to smile about this and think that only children feel this way.
is, we can feel like this long after childhood.
grown-ups we can get upset if people talk badly about our country, our
favourite football team, or the clothes we wear.
It is as if we are extending who we are to what we wear, where we live and what we are interested in. And if anyone doesn’t like what we like, we take it as a personal insult.
No wonder the
world seems filled with upset and hurt people.
evening many years ago, my son and I talked about the beauty of October; the
most colourful month of the year, the month when we decorate pumpkins for
Halloween and celebrate the birth of a wonderful boy.
think of October doesn’t matter, we concluded, as long as we like it.
“What others think about you is none of your business.”
treat other people’s opinion as none of your business you will immediately feel
You may even
become as happy as a child who is, once again, proud of being born in colourful