The Stone-Cutter
There was once a stone-cutter who was dissatisfied with
himself and with his position in life.
One day, he passed a wealthy merchant's house and
through the open gateway saw many fine possessions and important visitors.
"How powerful that merchant must be!"
thought the stone-cutter. 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
stone-cutter.
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.
"How powerful that official is!" he
thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"
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.
"How powerful the sun is!" he thought.
" I wish that I could be the sun!"
Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on
everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge
black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer
shine on everything below.
"How powerful that storm cloud is!" he
thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"
Then he 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 realized that it was the wind.
"How powerful it is!" he thought. "I
wish that I could be the wind!"
Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the
roofs 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 -- a huge, towering stone.
"How powerful that stone is!" he thought.
"I wish that I could be a stone!"
Then 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 felt himself being changed.
"What could be more powerful than I, the
stone?" he thought. He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a
stone-cutter.
Moral of the story:- You are perfect the way you
are; you are designed and engineered to succeed. Do not compare with others and
be sad. Enhance your own strengths and get brilliant at what you do.
Oscar Wilde said "Be yourself; everyone else
is taken"
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