I am observing my daughter claiming “es mio!” ( = it’s mine ) about things taken from someone else, and then desparing when that thing is taken back.
I am observing a man who curses his friend for selling stocks entrusted to him “too early” so that they only earned 2K, and claiming he “had lost 30K” ( he never had ) when they rose in value after the sale.
I am observing my own resentment when locals invade, squat and raze neighbouring forest that never belonged to me, but I had hoped it will stay calm and pristine. It is painful, because “es mio”, it was part of my plan for the world, part of imaginary control I wish to maintain wherever I lay my gaze upon.
Teaching is everywhere, enough to pay attention and stop resisting.