4.A passer and A monk

On a tranquil afternoon, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the landscape. A passerby, weary from his long journey, stumbled upon a serene pond nestled between lush trees. The shimmering water beckoned him, promising relief from his thirst.

Without a second thought, the passer leaned down and cupped his hands to drink from the pond. The cool water quenched his thirst, revitalizing his spirit. However, in his haste, he felt a sudden weightlessness; his cherished ring—an heirloom passed down through generations—slipped from his finger and vanished beneath the surface.

Panic surged through him as he plunged his hands into the water, frantically searching for the lost treasure. He splashed and stirred the muddy bottom, but the ring was nowhere to be found. Time slipped away as frustration mounted; he felt as if the pond itself had conspired against him.

Just then, a gentle voice broke through his despair. “Why do you disturb the peace of this pond?” The passer looked up to see a monk approaching, clad in simple robes, his face serene and wise.

“I’ve lost my ring!” the passer exclaimed, desperation lacing his voice. “I must find it!”

The monk smiled softly and gestured toward the pond. “Sometimes, in our frantic search for what is lost, we forget to appreciate what we have.” He paused, allowing the passer to absorb his words. “Why not step back for a moment? The water will not run away.”

Reluctantly, the passer stepped back from the edge of the pond. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. As he calmed himself, he began to notice the beauty around him—the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the soft chirping of birds, and the way sunlight danced upon the water’s surface.

With newfound clarity, he realized that while losing the ring was disheartening, it did not define him or diminish his worth. Perhaps this moment was an opportunity to reflect on what truly mattered—the journey itself and the connections he made along the way.

After a few moments of stillness, he opened his eyes and looked into the pond once more. To his astonishment, there it was! The ring glinted at him from just below the surface, illuminated by a stray beam of sunlight.

With careful hands, he reached in and retrieved it. Overjoyed yet humbled, he turned to thank the monk. He thank to Monk for his wisdom.

Moral: Muddy water cann’t be used anywhere and disturbed mind cann’t solve any problem.

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