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By the River...

 


“Gautama” someone called his name. He opened his eyes and looked at the old man with a bowl of rice in his hands… The old man gave the bowl to Gautama and sat on the rock under the tree…

“Today I have everything that I once desired but even on the softest beds I always have hardest sleep…" he said after having the rice.

"I had come long way. I had enough, but nothing was enough for me. I was incapable of doing anything. I was smarter than a fool but at the same time dumb than a wise man.

I had everything but was not aware when and how to choose and make use of them…?

I was blamed for everything, I was blamed by everyone, and even I believed that I am not worth anything…

I have a house, a family, an occupation and had a stable and beautiful life… but then things went on and then there were few ups and downs…”

He looked at the old man he was listening… “Today…” continued Gautama… "even after having everything I am not at peace why?

Once when I was new to this city, I had slept staving… and was penniless but today I have enough but I don’t have enough to help someone…

What kind of life I have...? better I was a beggar than all what I have… What I don’t understand is, was I a failure then or am I a failure now…

Who are you? What do you do? Thank you for the rice…" he returned the bowl and folded his hand in Namaste… The old man did not say a word…

My family would be wandering where am I? They might be waiting for me… I should leave…" Gautama said, got up, dusted his clothes.

“You said, “I did this, I did that…" you never thanked the creator who gave food to your starving stomach… but you have to blame him… for the self-created trouble…” Old man replied…

Gautama was confused, what thank you, which blame, which creator…?

"Be river Gautama… you are under the tree and by the river… Yesterday the river was somewhere else today it’s here and tomorrow it will be in the sea losing its identity… The river never mourns about all the beautiful people and place it has come across… nor it complains… nor is it scared of losing itself into the sea…”

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