There it is. You arrive, you ask, and you are not given what you ask for. You trip over the stone. You are surprised. You feel frustrated. After a while, if you do not let it go, the stream of condemning, stone-throwing thoughts begins. And when the picture is finished, you are still not entirely convinced. Later, when you remember it again, you paint it once more, only this time with a little more malice. Then you question it, because it could certainly have been a coincidence. An unfounded mistake. A merciless judgement on your part.
You return and ask for the same thing, and once again you are not given it. You think: “Damn it! I know perfectly well that what I asked wouldn’t have cost you a thing.” Now you confirm that you were right, that this was something fixed. You confirm its immovability. The proud part of you will try to make the other person obey your will.
It will confront them and rant. It will think: “You are in a position to serve me, and that is what you should do.” It will make the figures in the picture of hatred it painted confront each other in “reality”. It will create two enemies and try to force the one it judges inconsiderate into submission.
The humble person will not fight, only seek understanding. They will try to understand the situation and find an alternative that prevents it from happening a third time. They will arrive with their new solution. They will ask and receive. Finally, they will discover that it was simply a matter of goodwill.
The humble person will have seen the shape of the stone and will no longer trip over it or curse it. Nor will they paint pictures in which to wallow in their misery. They will simply understand and act again from that new understanding.