At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady.
She started screaming out of fear.
With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her
hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.
Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.
The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but… it landed on another
lady in the group.
Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.
The waiter rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach
next fell upon the waiter.
The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behaviour of the
cockroach on his shirt. When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his
fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.
Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked
up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their
histrionic behaviour?
If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed? He handled it near to perfection,
without any chaos.
It is not the cockroach, but the inability of those people to handle the disturbance
caused by the cockroach, that disturbed the ladies.
I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that
disturbs me, but it’s my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their
shouting that disturbs me.
It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the
disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.
More than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my
life
