When we are unhappy, we don’t live but exist.

Hello All,

Once a Father and his Son were sitting on the shore of a wild and stormy river.

Son asked his father, “Dad, why the time flows straight, but with always ripples, either slowing down to a complete stop or racing like a horse”

Father looked at the running water stream and replied to his son;

“You see there are a few large stones in the river and a lot a small pebbles. Imagine that the river is your life. If you will only rejoice over big occasions about your wedding that will happen next month, that after one year you will have a son, that after five years you will be able to start your business, then you will cross your life in a few jumps, like jumping from one stone to another. If you will move in small paces over the pebbles, taking joy in small things like a sunny day, the beauty of autumn forest, a good conversation, later looking back at your life you won’t see ten big stones, on which you jumped, but lots of your own traces, every of which you will be able to remember with a happy smile. And you will see that the road that you have crossed is much longer.”

“But Dad, when I do the work that I like, the time flies fast, but the same time drags so long when I’m hurting, when I’m afraid and alone.”

“You see,” the father answered, “this is what it should be. When we are unhappy, we don’t live but exist. During it, the time lies still in our wallets and only for our happiness we pay the ringing coin of time that we still have left.”

Will be continued……..