1/ An ageing master, tired of the constant complaining of his disciple, sent him to fetch a handful of salt. When the disciple returned, he asked him to mix it into a glass of water and drink it. “How did it taste?” asked the master. “Bitter” said the disciple as he spat out the
2/ sip he’d taken. The master chuckled and asked him to get another handful of salt. He then walked with him, in peaceful silence, to the lake. At the lake, he asked him to pour the salt into the lake. And then said “Taste the water now.”“How did it taste?” he asked once again.
3/ “Very fresh! I couldn’t taste the salt at all” said the disciple.The master smiled at the disciple, who reminded him of his younger self, sat beside the lake and beckoned the young man to join him. “The pain of life is the salt” he said, “no more, no less. The amount of pain
4/ remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount of bitterness we taste, depends on the container we put the pain in. So whenever you are in pain, enlarge your sense of things. Don’t be a glass, become a lake”The last line has stayed with me since the time I heard this
5/ story. During times of trouble, I remind myself of it and sometimes, when I am able to be the lake, I find balance. I hope this story touches you, like it did me! #LifeLessons
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