it makes some people feel better when they put
other people down, make fun of them, maybe mock their work or
what they do, or use them for selfish reason.
At times, when these people are
disappointed, frustrated, or bored, they make fun and take
it out on the world around them.
reminds me of a seesaw, a structure
composed of a plank, balanced in the middle,
used as a game
in which one person goes up as the other goes down...One
person must be down for the
other person to be up.
Some of us might have
experienced people looking down on us, criticizing, ridiculing,
using or even betraying us for selfish reason(s). This is rooted to our human self-centeredness, to
feel important and superior over another person, greed, envy, jealousy
and a variety of egotistical reasons.
When this happens, I think of
them like a sandpaper. While they keep on scratching and hurting
me repeatedly, I would try hard to learn more and improve myself.
Consequently, I become smooth, polished and shiny while they get useless, a
failure and defeated.
While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the
laughter of amusement at the expense of others should be kept apart from
Here's a narrative inspired by the writings of an unknown author about a
known idiot in the community who used ridicule and mockery to his
Once upon a time there was a village named Egoville hidden away in the
mountains. Now, this village, like most villages, had their own idiot.
His name was Hugh Millety.
Hugh, the village idiot, was the ridicule of Egoville. The towns folk
would often set him up with silly choices in order to laugh mercilessly
at him when he made the wrong choice.
"Hugh," they'd say, "would you rather have this shiny new quarter or
this dirty old torn dollar bill?"
"I'd like the shiny quarter," Hugh would reply. His tormentor would give
him the quarter and walk away laughing, declaring Hugh a true village
idiot. Hugh would just shrug and go about
Even though it was a poor village with little opportunity, this was
repeated several times a day by many people. As the years went by, the
ridicule became a ritual that dozens of townies took part in. The towns
folk had little to their names, but at least they could feel better
about themselves in comparison to the village idiot this way. It was
their small comfort in the lap of poverty.
Not everyone would make fun of Hugh though. A few felt sorry for him and
gave him hand-me-down clothes, leftover food, and even an old shack to
live in at the edge of town. Hugh lived off of the handouts of the
One day, Hugh showed up at the village square wearing a brand new suit.
Everyone was amazed,
for few people in the town could afford new clothing, let alone a nice
suit. The small village didn't even have a new clothing store, only a
used clothing store.
One of townsfolk asked Hugh where he got his new suit, thinking he must
have stolen it. He bought it, he told them. And furthermore he added,
the fine new house being built on the mountainside that everyone was
wondering about, that was his.
When questioned where he got the money, he told them it was the money
they gave him. With people giving him food, clothing, and shelter, he
simply saved and invested everything they gave him. "I maybe your
village idiot," he smiled and said, "but I'm no fool."
But why then, they asked, did he always take the lesser amount of money
they offered him if he was so cunning?
Hugh replied that if he had taken the greater amount of money, they
would have stopped offering it to him. He earned his money by letting
them laugh at him, but he knew the first time he took the greater amount
they'd stop offering him money and find something else to laugh at him
"Now," said Hugh, "I'm the richest person in town and have all the money
I need. I didn't waste money amusing myself at the expense of someone I
falsely perceived to be a lesser person. And you, all of you, have
little more now than you had when you started ridiculing me. So tell me,
who is the village idiot now?"
Hugh smiled again, then handed out hundred dollar bills to those who
had been kind to him. The townsfolk were shocked. It was true though,
they had frittered away their money a little at a time, trying to make
themselves feel big by comparison to the village idiot.
It just goes to show you, if you live in Egoville, take care not to
become the village idiot by your vain perceptions. On the other hand, if
you follow the wisdom of Hugh Millety, you might just become the richest
person in town.
This coming year and beyond,
let us make
a ceaseless effort not to ridicule, not to complain about,
not to scorn others, but to understand them.
Ridicule is the best test of truth for it
will not stick where it is not just. A truth learned in a certain light,
and attacked in certain words may become ridiculous, at least so far,
that the truth is only remembered and repeated for the sake of the
By Tim Pedrosa
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