There is a Buddhist saying that goes. “Thousands of candles
can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by
being shared.” To share happiness with another person is a great thing, but
what of those of us who’s candles are not lit. Those suffering depression, overwhelming
sadness, hate our-selves.
What happiness
can we spread with an unlit candle?
I know
many people, with depression or grief, that feel they can’t find any happiness
in life.
Yet go out of there way on a
nearly constant basis to bring happiness to others.
Through favors, or kindness, or simply
offering help when it’s needed, even though they themselves feel hurt and deep
sorrow. To these friends, these wonderful people I offer this. What magic it
is, to light a candle without your own flame. To give something to others you can’t
find for yourself. What compassion, what selflessness. Imagine a starving man
with bread he cannot eat, the frustration, the anger that would bring. This man
in pain and agony freely gives his bread to others, to feed their hunger, not
watching them starve along with him. To watch others eat, to give them food
while starving, while your insides burn and your mind screams. Watching with a
smile at the joy you’ve brought another person. Pain and anguish making him
kinder, making him more compassionate. Truly this is the best of humanity.