Discover Your Destiny With the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma

Author:Robin Sharma
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Canada

“There’s nothing wrong with a man crying,” he whispered into my ear. “Never forget that. A person closed off from his feelings lacks sensitivity, compassion and empathy. Such people are of the kind who start wars, commit crimes and spread hate. Do not avoid your feelings, Dar. They are an essential part of the authentic person that you are.”

Now Julian spoke aloud to the group gathered in front of us. “These ladies and gentlemen are my friends,” he said. “Ladies and gentlemen, please say hello to my friend Dar.” Each of them warmly shook my hand. I was asked to sit down, which I did.

“We’ve been expecting you, Julian. Is this the man you asked me to speak to?” asked a man who appeared to be in his eighties. He wore a checkered suit with a white shirt and a bowtie. His thinning gray hair had been neatly slicked back.

“Yes, Peter, this is the man. Why don’t you share with him what you shared with me a week or so ago when I came in to visit you. Your words were very powerful. I wanted him to hear them from you.”

“Well,” said the elderly man, “I just told our young friend Julian here that now that I am at the end of my life, my greatest regret is not letting the music within me sing. I know, deep in my heart, that there was a song inside of me that needed to be expressed,” he said poetically. “There was a creative mission hidden in me that called out to be liberated and realized. What I mean is that we all have special things we are meant to do with our lives. Each and every one of us is a special creature, endowed with miraculous capacities and unbelievable abilities.”

“Peter here used to be a motivational speaker before he ended up in this place,” one of the women kidded. The whole group began to laugh. It’s been said that laughter is the shortest distance between human hearts. When we laugh together, all the social constructs that keep us apart fall to the wayside and we connect as real people. It’s a beautiful thing to behold. It was in that moment that I realized the truth of one thing Julian had told me: we are all brothers and sisters of the same family. We are all bonded together at an invisible level and a voice of knowing within me told me that to disregard this truth was to buy into the illusion fostered by the crowd. We are not separate, I appreciated. We are connected with unseen ties. Even more so than through laughter, I have since discovered that we can connect with each other through the common sharing of our pain. If everyone in the world came together for half an hour and shared all of the personal suffering they have endured over the course of their lives, we would all be friends. There would be no enemies. There would be no wars.

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