Happiness lessons from the Tao (No. 6)

Happiness lessons from the Tao (No. 6)

There was once a stonecutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.

One day, he passed a wealthy merchant_ã_s house, and through the open gateway he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. _ã–How powerful that merchant must be!_㝠thought the stonecutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant. Then he would no longer have to live the life of a mere stonecutter.

To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever dreamed of, envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. But soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants, and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. _ã–How powerful that official is!_㝠he thought. _ã–I wish that I could be a high official!_ã

Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around, who had to bow down before him as he passed. It was a hot summer day, and the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. _ã–How powerful the sun is!_㝠he thought. _ã–I wish that I could be the sun!_ã

And guess what; then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and labourers. But a huge black cloud then moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. _ã–How powerful that storm cloud is!_㝠he thought. _ã–I wish that I could be a cloud._ã

And he then became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realised that it was the wind. _ã–How powerful it is!_㝠he thought. _ã–I wish that I could be the wind!_ã

Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the rooves of houses, uprooting trees, hated and feared by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it _ã_ a huge, towering stone. _ã–How powerful that stone is!_㝠he thought. _ã–I wish that I could be a stone._ã

And he became the stone, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the solid rock, and he felt himself being changed. _ã–What could be more powerful than I, the stone?_㝠he asked himself. He looked down and saw below him the figure of a stonecutter…

Happiness is recognising and appreciating your inner strengths; happiness is wanting what you have rather than having what you want : )