At one point, there is a young man on the banks of the lake. He looked pensive. His eyes blank, staring at the expanse of water in front of him. All over the compass has been through it, but no one point that makes it happy. Emptiness increasingly silent, until there is a voice that greeted him. There are other people there.
"What are you doing here young man?" someone asked. Apparently there is an old man.
"What are you worried about ..?"
The young man turned aside, "I am tired old man. Has been for miles the distance that I traveled to seek happiness, but it was also found that feeling in me. I've run through the mountains and valleys, but there was no sign of happiness that is present in myself. Where was I should look? When will I find a sense of that? "
Old Man sitting closer, listening with rapt attention. In his eyes tired face in front of him. Then, he began to speak, "just ahead, there is a park. If you want to answer your question, catch a butterfly for me. They looked at each other." Yeah ... catch a butterfly with your hands for me "Grandpa repeat the sentence anymore.
Slowly the young man got up. Steps towards one-way, parks. Before long, he met the garden. Vibrant garden with trees and flowers are blooming. Not surprisingly, many butterflies are flying there. His grandfather, looking from a distance, watching the behavior of young people who are anxious done it.
The young man began to move. With sneak, headed a goal. Slowly. However, Hap! target was missed. He's chasing butterflies in the other direction. He did not want to lose the game. But again. Hap!. He failed. He started to run erratic. He hit here and there. He hit the grass and plants to get the butterflies. He broke through the bushes and shrubs there. His movements were getting wild.
The scene continues, but no one butterfly that can be captured. The youth began to fatigue. Breathing heavily, his chest moving up and down quickly.
Until finally there is shouting, "Stop the first young man. Rest." Seems the grandfather who walked slowly. But look, there are a bunch of butterflies flying on either side of the old man. They fly around, occasionally alighted on the old body.
"Is that how you pursue happiness?
Running and crashing? Hit a crashing aimlessly, through no matter what you're broken? "
The grandfather looked at him. "Son, look for happiness is like catching a butterfly. More you lunge, the more he will escape. More you rush, the more it goes from you."
"However, catch the butterflies in your heart. Because happiness is not something that can hold you, or something that can save you. Seek happiness in your heart. Browse taste it in your heart. He will not run anywhere. Even , without you realizing happiness often come alone. "
Old Man raised his hand. Hap, all of a sudden, it seems a butterfly perched on the tip of a finger. Visible-wing butterfly wings that radiate the beauty of God's creation. His charm is so amazing, the wing petals that floated slowly, like a happiness that is present in the liver. The color is so beautiful, as beautiful as the happiness of those who are able to observe them. ***
Believe me, happiness is everywhere. Guess it is all around us. It may even, happy that "landed" in our hearts, but we never pay attention to. Perhaps also, the happy flying all around us, but we are too ignorant to enjoy it.
"What are you doing here young man?" someone asked. Apparently there is an old man.
"What are you worried about ..?"
The young man turned aside, "I am tired old man. Has been for miles the distance that I traveled to seek happiness, but it was also found that feeling in me. I've run through the mountains and valleys, but there was no sign of happiness that is present in myself. Where was I should look? When will I find a sense of that? "
Old Man sitting closer, listening with rapt attention. In his eyes tired face in front of him. Then, he began to speak, "just ahead, there is a park. If you want to answer your question, catch a butterfly for me. They looked at each other." Yeah ... catch a butterfly with your hands for me "Grandpa repeat the sentence anymore.
Slowly the young man got up. Steps towards one-way, parks. Before long, he met the garden. Vibrant garden with trees and flowers are blooming. Not surprisingly, many butterflies are flying there. His grandfather, looking from a distance, watching the behavior of young people who are anxious done it.
The young man began to move. With sneak, headed a goal. Slowly. However, Hap! target was missed. He's chasing butterflies in the other direction. He did not want to lose the game. But again. Hap!. He failed. He started to run erratic. He hit here and there. He hit the grass and plants to get the butterflies. He broke through the bushes and shrubs there. His movements were getting wild.
The scene continues, but no one butterfly that can be captured. The youth began to fatigue. Breathing heavily, his chest moving up and down quickly.
Until finally there is shouting, "Stop the first young man. Rest." Seems the grandfather who walked slowly. But look, there are a bunch of butterflies flying on either side of the old man. They fly around, occasionally alighted on the old body.
"Is that how you pursue happiness?
Running and crashing? Hit a crashing aimlessly, through no matter what you're broken? "
The grandfather looked at him. "Son, look for happiness is like catching a butterfly. More you lunge, the more he will escape. More you rush, the more it goes from you."
"However, catch the butterflies in your heart. Because happiness is not something that can hold you, or something that can save you. Seek happiness in your heart. Browse taste it in your heart. He will not run anywhere. Even , without you realizing happiness often come alone. "
Old Man raised his hand. Hap, all of a sudden, it seems a butterfly perched on the tip of a finger. Visible-wing butterfly wings that radiate the beauty of God's creation. His charm is so amazing, the wing petals that floated slowly, like a happiness that is present in the liver. The color is so beautiful, as beautiful as the happiness of those who are able to observe them. ***
Believe me, happiness is everywhere. Guess it is all around us. It may even, happy that "landed" in our hearts, but we never pay attention to. Perhaps also, the happy flying all around us, but we are too ignorant to enjoy it.
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