The Missing Goat
It all started one lazy Sunday afternoon in a small town near Toronto in Canada.
Two school-going friends had a crazy idea.
They rounded up three goats from the neighborhood and painted the number 1, 2 and 4 on their sides.
That night they let the goats loose inside their school building.
The next morning, when the authorities entered the school, they could smell something was wrong.
They soon saw goat droppings on the stairs & near the entrance & realized that some goats had entered the building.
A search was immediately launched & very soon, the 3 goats were found.
But the authorities were worried, where was goat No. 3?
They spent the rest of the day looking for goat No.3.
Gradually there was panic & frustration.
The school declared classes off for the rest of the day.
The whole school was busy looking for the goat No. 3, which, of course, was never found.
Simply because it did not exist.
Those among us who inspite of having a good life are always feeling a "lack of fulfilment" are actually looking for the elusive, non-existent goat No.3.
Whatever the area of complaint or search or dissatisfaction may be - relationship, job-satisfaction, materialistic achievement......
An absence of something is always larger than the presence of many other things.
Stop worrying about goat No.3 and have worry-free life!!
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When he was 40, the renowned Bohemian novelist and short story writer Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, was strolling through Steglitz Park in Berlin, when he chanced upon a young girl crying her eyes out because she had lost her favorite doll.
She and Kafka looked for the doll without success. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would look again.
The next day, when they still had not found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll.
Letter said, “Please do not cry. I have gone on a trip to see the world. I'm going to write to you about my adventures."
Thus began a story that continued to the end of Kafka’s life.
When they would meet, Kafka read aloud his carefully composed letters of adventures.