My mom loves watching detective stories and as a result I watch them as well once in a while. Whenever there’s a murder, the question “who would’ve wanted to kill him?” often arises (unless it was some thug who killed lots of other people or incriminated them…)… “Did he / she have enemies?”
For some reason, as I was walking home last night, I thought about what others would say about me if something happened to me… “Did she have enemies?”
En·e·my [en-uh-mee] – a person who feels hatred for, fosters harmful designs against, or engages in antagonistic activities against another; an adversary or opponent. (dictionary.reference.com)
Do I have enemies? I asked myself… not that I know of.
At the same time, is that good? Or just means that I am a people-pleaser (which, I admit, I am)?
Jesus had enemies (after all, they killed Him)… Christians still have lots of enemies… and I can’t really think of anyone who would want to consciously harm me (maniacs and other psychopaths do not count – they don’t care whether the person had enemies or not).
So… is it good not to have enemies? Or maybe the definition of an enemy is different, broader?
I don’t mind enjoying my life and enjoying people I meet. But I just wonder if I am not missing something important…
Oh, the thoughts in my gray matter.
Random *thought attack* I realized that analyzing myself is better than trying to analyze someone else 🙂 At least if you don’t like something, you can try to change it.