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 numbers
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 and near the entrance
and realized that some goats had
entered the building.

A search was immediately launched
and very soon, the three 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.

The school declared classes off for the students for the rest of the day.

The teachers, helpers, guards,
canteen staffs, boys were all 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,
missing, non-existent
Goat No.3.

Whatever the area of complaint or dissatisfaction, relationship,
job-satisfaction, finance, achievements, ……
An absence of something
is always larger than the
presence of many other things.

Let’s Stop worrying about goat No.3
n enjoy the life…
Life would be so much happier
without the worries…

And don’t let the non existent imaginary goat number 3 waste your time and happiness.
Enjoy life with what you have.

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No matter how hard life gets, remember to go to bed grateful, that you have one.

Who understands this fact? Relieve yourselves from materialistic life. Best description of our life.

Story of Monk’s Self Realization

Story of Monk’s Self Realization

​I recently read this parable of the empty boat and monk.

A monk decides to meditate alone, away from his monastery.

He takes his boat out to the middle of the lake, moors it there, closes his eyes and begins his meditation.

After a few hours of undisturbed silence, he suddenly feels the bump of another boat colliding with his own. With his eyes still closed, he senses his anger rising, and by the time he opens his eyes, he is ready to scream at the boatman who dared disturb his meditation.

But when he opens his eyes, he sees it’s an empty boat that had probably got untethered and floated to the middle of the lake.

At that moment, the monk achieves self-realization, and understands that the anger is within him; it merely needs the bump of an external object to provoke it out of him. From then on, whenever he comes across someone who irritates him or provokes him to anger, he reminds himself,
“The other person is merely an empty boat. The anger is within me.”

Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself I’m its hidden depths.