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In life, unintentional harm is like thorns hidden in the grass, omnipresent and capable of pricking others as well as oneself if one is not careful.
For example:
A person invites a close colleague to dinner.
It is an event filled with anticipation and joy, akin to a warm, intimate concert where everyone arrives with relaxed and cheerful spirits.
The atmosphere is free and harmonious, with laughter and chatter dancing in the air like lively musical notes.
As the drinks flow, one colleague, perhaps emboldened by alcohol, feels a sudden surge of courage, as if donning a reckless armor. He enthusiastically declares that the wine isn’t enough and suggests bringing over a bottle of Moutai for everyone to enjoy.
In reality, the wine on the table is quite good—Luzhou Laojiao—like an elegant gentleman, only slightly less prestigious than Moutai or Wuliangye. It possesses its own unique charm and rich flavor.
This person happens to be a neighbor of the host, living door to door. Their relationship seems close but becomes delicate in that moment.
The host’s expression immediately shifts from "red to green," as if the sky has suddenly transformed from clear blue to overcast. He thinks to himself that this guy is openly belittling his wine in front of everyone, implying it lacks quality.
It feels as though his carefully prepared gift has been rejected and demeaned in front of a crowd.
In his heart, he feels pushed onto an awkward stage, subjected to ridicule.
He even secretly thinks about how someone might flaunt their wealth in front of Jack Ma or Li Ka-shing, questioning why they would show off here.
At the same time, he hated himself for being unwilling to spend that little money to buy Moutai. If he had reluctantly bought Moutai, this guy would have lost his excuse to insult him.
At that moment, the host's mood plummeted, like a once joyful bird suddenly struck in the wing; he felt as if he could even bring himself to end it all. The frustration and regret washed over him like a tide.
As he spoke, he stood up, preparing to go home and get Moutai, his movements quick as if he was eager to prove something. Fortunately, a colleague who had not been muddled by alcohol grabbed him, saving the situation from descending into awkwardness.
He said the wine was good and suited his taste, dismissing the notion of Moutai.
These words were like a warm spring breeze, dispersing the clouds that had just gathered, clearly easing the tension. He was indeed a person with high emotional intelligence. The unpleasantness that had just begun was quickly resolved without escalating further, like a storm that was about to arrive but suddenly stopped, allowing everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.
Let me give another example of unintentionally hurting others.
There was a person who graduated from a prestigious university many years ago but had an unremarkable career, much like a sapling that had once been full of promise but failed to thrive.
He often liked to talk about his school and classmates among his colleagues, his frequency resembling that of a wound-up alarm clock going off intermittently. Whether it was about how great his school was or how successful his classmates were, his words struck like little hammers against the hearts of those around him.
It was certain that this person was intelligent; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten into such a prestigious school. He was like a runner who started quickly on the academic track.
However, his emotional intelligence was quite problematic. It should be noted that among his colleagues, aside from a few who also graduated from prestigious schools, most came from ordinary universities, many were vocational school graduates, and some hadn't even entered college but only visited vocational schools.
It was like someone dressed in luxurious clothing standing among people in plain attire, constantly flaunting the expense of their outfit.
His incessant bragging about his prestigious school background was nothing short of slapping others in the face.
Colleagues from ordinary universities or vocational schools feel as if they have been thrown into a lake with small stones, creating ripples in their hearts. Some sharp-tongued individuals among them might be inwardly cursing: "Why not show off some skills worthy of prestigious school graduates?"
Decades after graduation, still relying on their alma mater to embellish themselves—how shameful is that?
It's akin to an adult who constantly flaunts childhood certificates without any new achievements. Sadly, for many years, he has failed to realize that many others not only do not appreciate this habit but are quite repulsed by it.
In contrast, those who come from prestigious schools but rarely mention them in public resemble truly cultured aristocrats—low-key and humble.
Others naturally respect him a bit more, perceiving his humility. If this person has accomplishments, people will kindly exclaim: "No wonder he's a prestigious school graduate; he's different." It's like a tree laden with fruit; it doesn't need to boast about its abundance; others can see its flourishing.
When you inadvertently hurt others, it is also likely to come back and hurt yourself. Just like a boomerang you throw out will eventually return to you.
A person should aspire to be like a gentleman, striving throughout life not to harm others inadvertently. This may seem as difficult as "lifting Mount Tai to surpass the North Sea," akin to an ordinary person wanting to reach the heavens in one step; however, being mindful and trying to minimize unintentional harm to others is not too hard.
This piece is crafted with the intention of encouraging readers. I hope we can all bring less unintentional harm and more warm care into the stage of life.
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