There was once a good and sincere man who was searching for the way to happiness, searching for the way to truth. One day, he went to seek out a wise old man who, so he had been assured, would be able to show him the way he was searching for.
The wise old man received him warmly, as he sat at the door of his tent. After serving the seeker a glass of mint tea, the wise old man readily revealed the secret of the route to happiness and truth.
'It's a long way from here, to be sure,' he said. 'But you can't miss it. You will come to a village that I will describe to you, and right at the heart of that village, you will find three little shops. There, the secret of happiness and of truth will be revealed to you.'
It was indeed a very long way. The seeker passed along many valleys and across many rivers. Eventually, he arrived at the village, where his heart told him, 'This is the place. Yes, this is the place you are seeing.'
And sure enough, there in the heart of the village were three little shops. But when he went inside them the seeker was deeply disappointed. In the first shop, all he found were some reels of wire. In the second, there was nothing more exciting than a few pieces of wood. And in the third, there was just some roughly shaped metal.
Weary and discouraged, he left the village again, and found a resting place for the night in a little clearing not too far away. Night fell. The full moon filled the clearing with a gentle glow. And just as he was on the point of falling asleep, the searcher heard a sublime melody coming form the direction of the village. What magical instrument could be giving rise to such perfect harmony?
Quickly, he rose to his feet and walked towards where he thought the musician must be. And there, to his amazement, he discovered that the celestial music was coming from a man playing a zither. And the zither, he could plainly see, had been made from the wire, the wood and the metal pieces he had so despised earlier in the day when he had seen them for sale in the three little shops in the village.
At that moment, he understood that happiness is the union of everything that has already been given to us.
O sea (spanglish), 'if life gives you lemons, make lemonade'.
....But I'm guessing most of us just let those lemons rot, huh? Try having a fresh glass :)
...no sugar.
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