Sad Little Puppy

 This I read today:

 [A wise old man once said, "There comes a time in your life, when you walk away
from all the drama and the people who create it. You surround yourself with
people who make you laugh. Forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the
people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don't. Life is too short to
be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living
."]

 Is that the message of wisdom? Get up and walk away from the sad and the
unhappy? Turn our backs on it all?
 I'd like to walk away from a lot of things, and feel free - free to be happy.
Just like that wise old man. But...

 What if that wise old man lived next door to a little puppy, that was suffering
under the ignorance of it's master? Then the wise old man moves away - out of
that neighborhood and into a nicer one where people are kind and sociable. The
puppy looks way over there and sees the wise old man smiling and laughing,
having left his cares behind.

 Then the puppy looks over its shoulder and sees its ignorant master coming,
bringing more pain, and misery. It prays, desperately, for the wise old man to
come back and save him, but he doesn't - and he never will. He's left the misery
behind and he's enjoying life.
 Oh, he thinks about the little puppy now and then... wondering if it's still
suffering... or if it's still alive. But then he turns to his new neighbors and
smiles, and thanks God for such a beautiful world!

 But what about that wise man? And what about God? Is God happy for that wise
old man? Is God happy that the wise old man is happy?

 And what about that puppy? What about that sad little puppy? I know a sad
little puppy. As long as I know it's sad, how can I be happy? And I wonder, how
can God ever be happy?

 Sad little puppy...

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Originally posted by me on Saturday, August 6, 2011 at 12:39 am

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