Once upon a time there lived a very wise man, he was the mayor of a local village. Everyone respected him and his views and opinions were well regarded. Many people came to him for advice. His son however, was very lazy and wasted his time sleeping and spending time with his friends. No amount of advice or threat made any different to him. He would not change at all.
The years passed and time faded the youth of the wise man. As he grew older he began to worry about his son’s future. He recognised that the had to give his son something so that he could take care of himself and his family to be in the future.
So one day and the wise man called his son to his room and said “My son, you are no longer a kid now, you must learn to take responsibilities and understand life. I want you to find the real people purpose of your life and once you find it, remember it always and you will lead a life full of happiness and joy forever.”
He then handed the son an open bag. The son was surprised to see four pairs of clothes, one for each season. There also were some raw food, grains, lentils, little money and map. His father continued, “I want you to go and a treasure. I have drawn a map of the place where the treasure is hidden, you need to go and find it.”
The son loved this idea; for the first time he thought that his father had a good idea for him. So the next day he eagerly set out on a journey to find the treasure. He had to travel really far, across borders, forests, plantations and mountains.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Along the way he met a lot of people. He was helped by some with food and by some with shelter. He also came across robbers who tried to cheat him, he experienced the best and the worst of humanity on his way. Slowing the seasons changed and so did the landscape along with it. When the weather was unpleasant, he halted for the day and continued with his journey when the weather cleared.
Finally, after long years, he got to his destination. It was a cliff. The map showed the treasure being placed below the cliff under the tree. Upon spotting the tree, he began to dig the ground. He searched and searched— under it, around it, over it, but found nothing. He spent two days looking and digging for the treasure. By the third day he was so exhausted that he decided to leave. He was disappointed over his father’s lie. He headed back to his father’s home.
One his way back, he experienced the same changing landscape and seasons. This time, however, he halted to enjoy the blooming flowers in the springs and the dancing birds in monsoon. He stayed in the places only to watch the sun set in paradise or to enjoy pleasant summer evenings since the supplies he carried were over by then. He learnt to hunt and make arrangement for his meals. He also learnt to sew his clothes and shelter himself. He was now able to determine the hour of the day by the position of the sun and plan his journey accordingly. He also learnt how to protect himself from wild animals. He met the same people who had helped him earlier. This time he stayed a few days with them and helped in many things to repay them. He realized how nice they were to an ordinary passing boy who had nothing to offer them in return.
When he reached home, he realized it had been two years since he left the place. He walked straight into his father’s room. “Father,” he said.
The father immediately jumped to his feet and hugged his son. “So how was your journey my son? Did you find the treasure?” he asked.
“The journey was fascinating, father, but forgive me for I wasn’t able to find the treasure, maybe someone took it before I reached.” He surprised himself by what he just said. He wasn’t angry at his father, instead, he was asking for forgiveness. “But why did you send me to find it then?” the son asked.
“I will surely tell you why, but first you tell me how your journey was to the place? Did you enjoy it?”
“Of course not, father, I had no time, I was worried someone else would find it before I did. I was in hurry to reach the cliff, but I did enjoy the journey on my way back home. I made many friends and witnessed miracles every day. I learnt so many different skills and the art of survival. There was so much I learnt that made me forget the pain of not finding the treasure.”
“Exactly my son,” the father replied,
“I want you to lead your life with a goal, but if you remain too focused on the goal, then you will miss out the real treasure of life.”
Life has no goal at all other than to just experience it and grow with every single day event.
The purpose of life is to live it and taste the experience of our actions driven by our beliefs, regardless of riches as a symbol of living, because life is more than wealth. It fades but our works in the present testify in the absence of us.
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