There was once a group of blind men, specially hand picked to undergo a battery of treatments, with the ultimate objective of curing them of their blindness. They were brought to a specially outfitted mansion, retrofit for their ultimate pleasure and benefit.
In the mansion they were supplied with a team of top expert physicians, specializing in curing blindness. As well, the mansion contained balms and medicinal intervention to cure the patients.
However,the unfortunate blind men completely misunderstood the noble purpose of the specially equipped mansion. They chose to be self absorbed in their sorry conditions. They actually ignored the doctors’ useful instructions, as well, they adamantly refused to avail themselves of the necessary therapies.
As a result of their insurgence, they ended up colliding into obstacles and the very equipment that was intended to improve there lives.
Those unfortunate souls fell on their faces … receiving bloody wounds and broken bones.
Because of their many woes, they cursed the designers of their imagined torture chamber.
What terribly misunderstanding disabled souls! They mistakenly thought that the very equipment intended to heal them was instead designed to their detriment.
Aren’t we similar to the blind men? And isn’t Hashem similar to the designer of the mansion?
Adapted from the Chovos Halivavos.