A symbol is an object that we can see; it is often used by a writer to represent something we can\u2019t see\u2014something that is difficult but important to understand. Retired college philosophy professor John Artibello shows how a poem rich with symbolism by the Indian poet Tagore can help us to discover the road to lasting joy.<\/p>\n
Have you ever walked along a main street on the way to school or work and noticed a beggar? Immediately you think, \u201cOh no. He wants money!\u201d You may think, \u201cI have my own problems. I\u2019m too broke right now. I\u2019ll just hurry by \u2026\u201d But then, you slow down. You notice the humanity in the face of this person, and your heart begins to soften. You reach into your pocket, stop, and give the person enough to buy a coffee or a sandwich.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n
This was my experience recently, and it was remarkable in that, by giving something away, I was the one who was enriched. I was not prepared for the response to my small gesture. The beggar smiled a deep and happy smile that shook me out of my complacency. In exchange for the money, I was repaid with a kind of joy! And this feeling stayed with me for the whole day.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n
Joy is not the same as pleasure. The source of joy is deeper than the sources of pleasure. It is usually the product of giving without expecting anything and then being surprised and grateful.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n
Many of us live in two worlds. There is the head, which is practical, always thinking, always moving forward down the street with our plans and projects. But then there is the heart. Full of surprises. Our individual plans and projects are important. But they are not the whole story. The heart is what makes life worth living. And the heart is more than romantic or <\/span>sentimental<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a> <\/span>emotions. Think of the word \u201ccourage.\u201d It is rooted in the French word for heart, <\/span>coeur<\/em>.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n There is a wonderful poem written by the Indian poet Tagore. It is about a beggar. On a dusty road in rural India, a beggar sits, hoping that someone will notice him and give him a coin or two. Suddenly a golden carriage appears in the distance. The beggar<\/a> <\/span>begins to hope. \u201cWho is this great king or god that is coming my way? Perhaps he will stop and offer me something, maybe a silver coin!\u201d Then, suddenly, the carriage stops and the king puts out his right hand and says, \u201cWhat have you to give to me?\u201d <\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat a joke!\u201d thinks the beggar. A great king asking a beggar for something! Nevertheless, he feels obliged to open his tiny pouch where he finds a single grain of corn, and he gives it to the king. A sense of disappointment and dashed hope sets in. However, this is not the end of the story. The poem ends as the beggar says, \u201cBut how great my surprise when at the day\u2019s end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a little grain of gold in the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/li>\n This is a story about a great reversal. Things are not what they appear to be. The beggar <\/span>symbolizes<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a> <\/span>all of us. We are all in need of a gift, but we all have something to give.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n Each person is a mixture of weakness and strength. Perhaps we give to the homeless because we realize, \u201cThis could be me one day.\u201d The poor or sick person, the refugee or disabled show their weaknesses and vulnerabilities in their appearances. It can\u2019t be hidden. But they have something very important to give. Humanity!<\/p>\n<\/li>\n My reaction to all of this can\u2019t be scripted or laid out beforehand. I am free to stop and allow for encounter, or I can choose to walk by. We may not have a lot of freedom in our everyday lives, but when it comes to my attitudes toward others, I am completely free!<\/p>\n<\/li>\n Living from the heart requires more than feelings. It requires a choice\u2014the choice to <\/span>see<\/em> <\/span>people as more than just functions. For example, at the restaurant, I can choose to see the server as <\/span>more than <\/span><\/em>someone doing a job. She is a person with a heart, who may have children and many difficulties that I do not have. Why not show concern, if only for a brief moment, and share your humanity, the part of you that is <\/span>your<\/em> <\/span>treasure? This is how we discover the secret: the grain of gold that Tagore writes about.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n Recently, a planeload of worried passengers arrived at Pearson Airport in Toronto at the height of the Covid-19 pandemic. As lines began to form at immigration check points, an elderly lady waited, passport in hand, to be questioned by a young immigration officer. Seeing her shaking hands, the officer greeted her with a big smile and said, \u201cDon\u2019t worry dear, you\u2019re home now.\u201d When their eyes met, there was nothing more that needed to be said.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n