“Self-pity comes
so naturally to all of us, that the most solid happiness can be shaken by the
compassion of a fool.”
André Maurois
What is self-pity? Well, it is seen
as the self-indulgent belief that your life is harder and sadder than everyone
else's. That is fortunately not the case, for I assure you that there are
thousands, if not millions of people who are worse off than you think you
currently are. What is the use of self-regret and self-pity? Suffering is a
part of our existence, I know of not a single person who has not suffered once
in his/her life. Do you know of such a person? Pity! Self-pity! I don’t think
it’s wrong to show pity, to show sympathy in relating to other’s suffering, but
it is certainly not healthy to withdraw yourself into a state of self-pity.
Howard Schultz (an American businessman) made a striking remark when he said
that you can go about life blaming a lot of people, and you can wallow in
self-pity, OR you can pick yourself up and say: “Listen, I have to be
responsible for myself”. “Pick yourself up…” This reminds me of the song old
blue eyes (Frank Sinatra) sang, with the same title song. He sings:
Don't lose your
confidence if you slip, be grateful for a pleasant trip,
and pick yourself up, dust off, start over again.
and pick yourself up, dust off, start over again.
He didn’t
say: Go and sit in a bundle and feel
sorry for yourself.
Self-pity
is surely one of our own worst enemies, and even the poet Maya Angelou says
that self-pity in its early stage may be as snug as a feather mattress, but it
is only when it hardens that it becomes uncomfortable. Walter Anderson
reminds us that bad things will eventually happen, but it is how we respond to
them that will define our character and the quality of our lives. You can
choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of your
self-pity or you can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most
precious gift you have — life itself.
Deep in self-pity
I contemplate grief.
there’s sorrow before me
I contemplate grief.
there’s sorrow before me
and no hope for
relief.
[excerpt from a
poem by] Timothy Langley
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