How often do we pass by our happiness. Parable "Your hand, your eyes and your heart

A certain merchant sent his son to the most important sage for the secret of happiness

The Secret of Happiness

A certain merchant sent his son to the most important sage for the secret of happiness. For forty days the young man walked through the desert until he saw a magnificent castle. There lived the Sage, whom he was looking for.

Contrary to expectations, the castle did not at all look like a secluded abode of a righteous man, but was full of people: merchants were scurrying around, offering their goods, people were talking in the corners, a small orchestra played a gentle melody, and in the middle of the hall a table was laid, laden with the most luxurious and exquisite dishes, which could only be found in this region.

The sage slowly walked around the guests, and the young man had to wait two hours for his turn.

Finally, the Sage listened to why he had come to him, but said that now he did not have time to explain the secret of happiness.

Let the young man wander around the castle and return to this hall in two hours.

And here’s another request I have for you,” he said, handing the young man a teaspoon with two drops of oil. “Take this spoon with you and be careful not to spill the oil.

The young man, without taking his eyes off the spoon, began to go up and down the palace stairs, and two hours later he again appeared before the Sage.

Well, he said, did you like the Persian carpets in the dining room? Trees and flowers in the garden, which the most skillful craftsmen have been breaking for ten whole years? Antique folios and parchments in my library?

The ashamed young man confessed that he had not seen any of this, for all his attention was riveted on those drops of oil that the owner had entrusted to him.

Go back and look at all the wonders in my house,” the Sage said then. “You can't trust a man until you know where and how he lives.

With a spoon in his hand, the young man again moved through the halls and corridors. This time he was not so constrained and looked at the rarities and curiosities, all the works of art that decorated the rooms. He surveyed the gardens and mountains surrounding the castle, appreciating the beauty of the flowers and the artful arrangement of paintings and statues. Returning to the sage, he listed in detail everything that he had seen.

And where are those two drops of oil that I asked to convey and not spill? the Sage asked.

And then the young man saw that the drops had been spilled.

This is the only advice I can give you,” the wisest of the wise told him. - The secret of happiness is to see everything that is wonderful and glorious in the world, and never forget about two drops of oil in a teaspoon.

There lived a man in the world. He had three dreams: to have a well-paid job, to marry a beauty and ... become famous all over the world.

Once, in a frosty winter, a Man was in a hurry for an interview at the office of a well-known company. Suddenly, an elderly man fell right in front of him. The man looked at the fallen man, the thought arose in his head that he was most likely drunk and did not give his hand. This helped not to be late for the scheduled meeting. The interview was unsuccessful: The person was not hired for the desired position.

Once a Man was walking in the city on a summer evening. Noticing a troupe of street performers, he stopped to enjoy the spectacle. The audience was small, but the play was fun and exciting. After the end of the action, applause broke out, and people began to disperse. Our Man also turned back, but someone timidly touched his shoulder. It was the main character of the play, an old clowness. She began to ask him about whether he liked the performance, whether he was satisfied with the actors. But the Man did not want to carry on a conversation and, turning away in disgust, went home.

One rainy evening The Man was hurrying home from a friend's birthday party. He was very tired, and thoughts of a fragrant bath and a cozy, warm bed rushed through his head. Suddenly, he heard a muffled sob. It was a woman crying. She was sitting on a bench near the Man's house. Without an umbrella. One. Noticing our hero, she turned to him for help. She had a tragedy in her family. And all she needed was a spiritual interlocutor. The man thought, a bath and a bed appeared before his eyes, and hurried to the entrance.

The man lived an unhappy life. And died.

Having hit, the Man met his Friend, the Guardian Angel. They swung on the heavenly swing and talked.

You know, I lived a very miserable and useless life. I had three dreams, but nothing came true. It's a pity…

Hmm ... My friend, I did everything to make all your dreams come true, but for this I only needed from you: your hand, your eyes and your heart.

My God, so what?

Remember the fallen man on the slippery winter road? I'll show you this picture now ... That person was the general director of the company that you so wanted to get into. An exciting career awaits you. All that was required of you - your hand.

Do you remember the old clowness who pestered you with questions after a street performance? It was a young beauty actress who fell in love with you at first sight. A happy future awaited you, children, undying love. All that was required of you - your eyes.

Do you remember the crying woman near your entrance? It was a rainy evening, and she was soaked through with tears ... She was a famous writer. She was going through a family crisis, and she really needed spiritual support. If you had helped her to warm up in her apartment, to warm her Soul thanks to your wise words of consolation, then she would have written a book in which she would have told about this case. The book would become famous all over the world, and you would become famous, because on the main page the author would indicate the name of the one who became the muse of this work. And all that was required of you then - your heart.
You were inattentive, my friend.

The man sighed... And the Friends went along the lunar path into the starry distance, talking quietly and serenely...

And what does this world offer you now?
Remember: Happiness has the face of a Riddle...