There was once a man that was thirsty, so he took a walk 10 miles from his home to the well. The problem was that every time he made it home from the well he was thirsty and needed to go back again.
His neighbour would often wonder why he was walking up and down all the time past his gate. So he asked him why he walked around so much.
The man replied that he was thirsty and had to go to the well. His neighbour laughed good naturedly and pointed out that the man had a well right outside his front door.
The man looked astounded, because plain as the nose on his face was a well right outside his front door. How could he not have seen it? It was right there all the time, yet he would walk for miles to get a drink.
One thing was certain, the man had all the water he needed and never had to venture far from his home.
There is a moral to this story.
Alot of times people thirst for justice, acceptance, love and the various other things that humans need. So they go and look for it, like the man they walk ten miles to try to get to what they think it is that they crave. We find it in things outside of ourselves, we find it in friends, music for some drugs and alcohol, for other religion. We will travel great lengths to receive love.
Yet all this time the thing we thirst for is ourselves, recognition and love for ourselves, and we need not go far for that.
For whatever you are thirsting, you are the well of your own happiness.
His neighbour would often wonder why he was walking up and down all the time past his gate. So he asked him why he walked around so much.
The man replied that he was thirsty and had to go to the well. His neighbour laughed good naturedly and pointed out that the man had a well right outside his front door.
The man looked astounded, because plain as the nose on his face was a well right outside his front door. How could he not have seen it? It was right there all the time, yet he would walk for miles to get a drink.
One thing was certain, the man had all the water he needed and never had to venture far from his home.
There is a moral to this story.
Alot of times people thirst for justice, acceptance, love and the various other things that humans need. So they go and look for it, like the man they walk ten miles to try to get to what they think it is that they crave. We find it in things outside of ourselves, we find it in friends, music for some drugs and alcohol, for other religion. We will travel great lengths to receive love.
Yet all this time the thing we thirst for is ourselves, recognition and love for ourselves, and we need not go far for that.
For whatever you are thirsting, you are the well of your own happiness.
