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"Real meaning of Peace "
There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them.One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest - in perfect peace.Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second picture. Do you know why?"Because," explained the king, "peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace.......I hope it helps....
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Once upon a time there was a businessman. He made a lot of money in business. Build big houses, keep servants , but it is unfortunate that his days have gone again. There was a loss in business and he became a beggar for a single penny.
When his problem got out of his tolerance,then he went to a monk and cried, "Maharaj, tell me some way, that should give me peace." sadhu asked: "Did your everything go away?" the businessman replied : "Yes."
The monk said: "If it was of yours, then it should have stayed with you! How did it go? "The businessman became silent. monk said "How much money did you bring with you at birth?" "Swamiji, at the time of birth, all come with hands empty."
The monk said: "Well now tell how much you want to take with you while you die." "Who will take it while we die, that i will take". Monk said "When you came empty-handed, you would go empty-handed. Then what do you worry about? "
The businessman said: "Maharaj, Until death does not occur, By then how will my family and me go through? The sadhu laughed: " whosoever will be in trust on money, this will be the case. You have hands and feet, bring them to work.
Effort is the biggest wealth. Trust God. This is the only way to peace. Businessman's eyes opened. His mind became calm. Dont know after how many years for the first time at night he got restless and his remaining years lived in great joy.
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