Monk

Once there was the world where things always got out of balance. It was the most terrible place ever. Just imagine, flora and fauna were in black or purple as they suffered much from all the kinds of pollution. The life order was not guided by any body of laws.  There could not be the slightest doubt that external circumstances played the most important role for the majority of people. Joy, beauty, love, creativity were out of the question as they were replaced by negativity, money, conflicts, pain, insanity.  Everybody identified himself or herself with different Gods, trying to show off and show his or her superiority, leaving others  in bad mood. People paid more attention to sounds than silence. Nobody could trust even significant others. It was the most terrible place ever.

In such a place there was a monk who knew that he was always at ease at any moment of his bright and colorful life. The restricted area of the monastery included various species of dogs and trees. He was able to see daylight and be in good spirits in almost any situation however he did not struggle for the feeling of importance as all the followers of his listened to him carefully and thought in the same way. They did not react to all the stuff life had faced them with, but created circumstances by themselves. They just lived paying attention to the simple things as meditation, reading, cleaving wood for the fire, it was even possible to create worlds during dreaming of or dreaming about. They paced every day to feel the space around.  It was the best place ever.

 

Two contrasting images are presented here. It is like iron and rust. The monk probably would like to draw those people’s special attention to the fact that his most momentous decision was to seek happiness deeply inside but not in the external circumstances as many others did. Ninety-nine times out of one hundred life is the synonym to happiness. Let’s be an exception to the rule. Let’s be happy and live in a full way. Let’s get the most out of life.