SPILT MILK...

my blog is me. it is intended to share myself, and my life with everybody, in hopes that i may be of help and inspiration. if we are ever going to have peace in our world, then we must stop all this violence.

My Dearest of Friends,
Today I want to share with you my diary entry. I know we all face innumerable challenges in our lives. Some of us face cancer, divorce, a broken hip, financial troubles, wacky families, illness, heartache, rear-end problems, etc...
I don’t intend this to be a downer. I want it mostly to be about spilt milk. When we have a mess, we simply clean it up, and move on. This morning I faced a little bit of spilt milk. I walked out to my car to find that somebody had completely smashed out the back window. I cannot analyze why this happened. I can only suspect that somebody has far too much anger, hate, fear, paranoia, and sadness in their heart, and in their life. They may even be mentally ill. It is not for me to determine why I am the victim. My job is to clean up the spilt milk, and move on, and continue to be Frank Landfield. I have never smashed out anybody’s rear car window, and I never will. These acts are by people who are ultimately crying out for help. We seem to live in a very violent time, especially since November of 2000. I think a lot of people are very angry, hurt, and disappointed, and haven’t a clue what to do about it, or how to make things better. And so, perhaps smashing out a window is a kind of symptom. As they say in Hawaii, “no rain, no rainbows”. We must all face rain. Some of us have even learned to love it! Of course this was a very cowardly and childish act. People that do these things always come in the middle of the night, no doubt to hide their face, shame and fear. In a way, I feel sorry for the person or persons who did this, because I think they really need serious help. As for me, I’ll get the window replaced, AND put some brand new stickers on it. We can not and must not allow anybody to frighten us from being who we are. Our enlightenment and peace depend on our love for, and commitment to, non-violence. One day, perhaps even in our lifetime, we really will see an end to war, hate, anger, fear, and violence. Until then, every time somebody spills my milk, I’ll just clean it up.
I love you all very much. Peace.
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"It's better to be hated for who you are than to be liked for who you are not."