The best parables about happiness that always help

Parables about the meaning of life

Echo

Father and son walked through the mountains. The boy tripped over a stone, fell, hit himself painfully and shouted:

- Aaaaaaay!!!

- Aaaaaaay!!!

Curiosity prevailed over fear, and the boy shouted:

- Who is here?

And I received the answer:

- Who is here?

Angry, he shouted:

And I heard:

The boy looked at his father and asked:

- Dad, what is this?

The man, smiling, said:

“My son, be careful,” and shouted into the mountains: “I adore you!”

- I adore you!

The man shouted:

- You are the best!

The child was surprised and did not understand anything. Then his father explained to him:

“People call it an echo, but in reality it’s like life.” Returns to you everything you say and do.

Our life is a reflection of our actions. If you want more love from the world, give more love to those around you. If you wish happiness, give happiness to those around you. If you want a smile from your heart, smile at those you know. Life gives us back everything we gave it. Our lives are not coincidences, but a reflection of ourselves.

Plant the future

In one oasis, lost among the deserts, old Ali sat next to the date palm trees. His neighbor Hakim, a wealthy merchant who came out to air his camels, saw Ali, out of breath, persistently digging in the sand.

- How are you, old man? Peace to you!

“And you,” Ali answered.

- What are you doing here, in this heat, why are you picking the ground with this stick?

“I’m planting,” answered the old man.

-What are you planting here, Ali?

“Dates,” answered the old man, inserting a palm tree into the hole.

- Dates?! – the merchant repeated and closed his eyes as if he had heard the greatest nonsense. “The heat has damaged your mind, dear friend.” Get up, give up this empty business, let's go to the shop and have a glass.

- No, I have to finish planting. After that, if you want, we can have a drink.

- Tell me, friend, how old are you?

- I don’t know, sixty, seventy, eighty... I don’t know... I forgot. What does it matter?

- Look, friend, the date palm begins to bear its first fruits fifty years after planting. I don’t wish you anything bad, and may God grant you to live to be a hundred years old, but you yourself understand, it’s hard to believe that you will see the fruits of what you are planting now. Give it up and come with me.

- Hakim! – Ali answered. “I ate dates that were planted by someone else, who also never dreamed of trying them. I plant today so that others can eat dates tomorrow. And at least in honor of the unknown who did this for me, it is worth finishing my work.

– You taught me a very big lesson, Ali! Let me repay you for this,” said Hakim, dropping a leather bag full of coins into the old man’s hand.

- Thank you! See, you told me that I wouldn’t be able to harvest; but I haven’t even finished planting yet, and I’ve already collected a bag of money thanks to the kindness of a friend.

– Your wisdom surprises me, old man! – Hakim spread his hands. “This is the second important lesson you gave me, and maybe even deeper than the first.” Let me pay you for it with another bag of coins.

“Sometimes this happens,” the old man continued, opening his fingers to look at the bags of money. “I planted it so as not to be harvested, and before I finished planting, I had already harvested the crop, not once, but twice!”

- Enough, old man! Shut up, otherwise if you continue to explain these things to me, I won’t have enough of all my wealth to pay you,” the neighbor laughed.

Lifetime

One man came to the village to visit his relatives and went to the cemetery to visit the grave of one of his loved ones. By chance he walked into another area, and his attention was drawn to the inscriptions on the gravestones, in which there was clearly something different from the others. One inscription read: “Here lies so-and-so. He lived eight months, four days and nine hours." Another inscription said that so-and-so was resting here, who lived for seven years, two months and twenty hours. A few steps away, another slab announced that it was erected in honor of such and such, who lived twelve years, three months, seven days and fifteen hours.

The number of similar inscriptions led the man to assume that this was an area where only children were buried. At that moment he saw the cemetery servants and asked one of them:

– Why is only the time these children lived recorded here? Why are there so many dead children? Was there an epidemic here, or maybe someone cursed these people and their children died?

The servant replied:

– This village has its own tradition. When children reach adulthood, they are given a notebook. On one page they write down the happiest and most significant events in their lives, on the other - the time, how long the event they enjoyed lasted. Almost everyone writes down the emotions that accompanied their first kiss, how many seconds or minutes it lasted, and how they felt. Almost everyone writes down their wedding day, the birth of a child, a long-awaited trip, a meeting with someone they love, when something worked out... This is the real time of life.

We exist to be happy, to enjoy life, to help other people, to be in harmony with the world. Everything else is not life.

Eagle choice

The eagle lives 70 years, but in order to reach this age, at 40 years old it must undergo a serious and difficult test.

At age 40, his claws shrink and become soft, and he is unable to hold the animals he feeds in the air. Its long and sharp beak combs and curls under its neck, preventing it from grasping food. His wings wear out and become heavy from the fat accumulated on the feathers. Flying is getting so hard! The eagle has two alternatives: die or endure a very painful renewal process that lasts 150 days.

If an eagle chooses life, it must climb high into the mountains and stay there, in a nest attached to steep cliffs. After he finds such a place, the eagle begins to beat its beak against the rock until it tears off its old beak. Then he must wait until a new beak grows, with which he must peel off the old claws one by one. As his new claws begin to grow, he begins to shed his old feathers. 5 months later he makes his first flight after the update and lives for another 30 years.

Almost everyone in their life at least once came to the need to stop, retire and begin the process of renewal in order to continue their beautiful flight. We must get rid of habits, traditions and memories that cause us pain and hinder our development. Only by freeing ourselves from the burden of the past can we continue our flight.

House with mirrors

In one small town on the outskirts there was an abandoned house. One day, a small puppy, seeking refuge from the heat of the day, squeezed through the crack under the door of this house. The puppy slowly climbed up the old wooden stairs, came across a half-open door and slowly entered.

To his great joy, he discovered that inside the room there were a thousand puppies who were looking at him as carefully as he looked at them. The puppy wagged its tail and began to raise its folded ears. A thousand puppies did the same. He smiled and barked happily at one of them. And he was even more surprised: a thousand puppies joyfully answered him. The puppy rested, and his friends rested with him.

When the puppy left the house, he thought: “What a nice place, I’ll come here more often.”

Some time later, another stray puppy came into the same house and into the same room, only when he saw a thousand other puppies, he felt threatened because he was being looked at aggressively. He growled and saw a thousand puppies growl at him. When the puppy ran out of the room in fear, he thought: “What a terrible place, I’ll never come back here again!”

There was an old sign hanging from the roof of the house that said “House of a Thousand Mirrors.”

All the faces of the world are mirrors. The face we carry inside is what we show to the world - sometimes against our will. The world returns to us what we bring to it: our gestures, actions, impulses. If we want the world to smile at us...

Wish tree

They say that many years ago one traveler, walking along the road under the scorching sun of India, wished with all his heart to rest under a tree that would give him a lot of shade. And so it happened. Soon he saw in the distance a huge spreading tree, which rose alone among the wasteland. Dripping with sweat and urging his legs, weaving from fatigue, the pilgrim joyfully reached such a desired shade.

“I can finally rest,” he thought, settling down under the branches that almost touched the ground. “What more could you want?”

Sprawled on the ground under his shelter, he tried to induce sleep, but the ground was hard, and the more the traveler tried to settle down and rest, the harder the ground on which he lay seemed.

“If only I had a bed!” - he thought. At that same moment, a huge bed with silk sheets and pillows, worthy of a Sultan, appeared in front of him. Exquisite fabrics and the finest skins covered it. It so happened that the traveler, unaware, sat under the mystical wishing tree. This wonderful tree could turn into reality any desire conceived under its canopy.

The traveler happily stretched out on the bed. “Oh, how good I feel! It’s a pity that hunger bothers me,” he thought. At the same moment, a superbly set table with the most exquisite dishes appeared in front of him, among which were exotic fruits, oriental sweets, wines on the finest tablecloths, embroidered with gold and silver threads. Everything was exactly as this man’s dreams were during the long nights spent alone among the roads and days of his wanderings.

The more the traveler ate, the more food appeared on the table, and each subsequent dish was even tastier and more refined than the previous ones. Finally he gave in:

“I can’t do it anymore,” said the pilgrim.

And at that very moment the table disappeared into thin air.

"This is amazing!" - he thought. He was filled with a feeling of complete happiness. “I’m not leaving here anywhere. I will stay here and be happy forever."

But soon a terrible thought flashed through his head: “Of course, these places are also known to wild animals. What happens if one of them discovers me? It would be terrible to die having just found happiness...”

This thought only flashed through the traveler’s mind for a split second, but that was enough. In fulfillment of his wish, at that very moment a terrible tiger appeared and tore the pilgrim to pieces.

So the wish tree was left alone again, and is still there, waiting for a person with an absolutely pure heart, in which there is neither fear nor mistrust.

Four wives

One sultan had four wives. Most of all, he loved his fourth wife - the youngest and most affectionate. The Sultan decorated her with rich clothes and the most exquisite jewelry, and he gave her the best.

He also loved his third wife, an exceptional beauty. When he went to another country, he took his third wife with him so that everyone could see her beauty, and was always afraid that one day she would leave him and run away to someone else.

The Sultan also loved his second wife, who was cunning and skilled in intrigue. She was his confidant and always demonstrated kindness, patience and respect. Always, when the Sultan had problems, he trusted them to his second wife, and she helped her husband get out of a difficult situation and get through difficult times.

The Sultan's first wife was the oldest and was inherited from his late elder brother. The woman was very devoted to her husband and did everything possible to preserve and increase the wealth of both the Sultan himself and his entire country. Despite this, the Sultan did not love his first wife, and even the fact that she loved him deeply did not touch him. He didn't pay any attention to her.

One day the Sultan fell ill and felt that his days were numbered. I remembered my life, full of luxury, and thought: “Now I have four wives, but when I die, I will be left alone.” And he asked his fourth wife:

“I loved you more than anyone else.” I gave you all the best, took care of you with special diligence. Now that I'm dying, are you ready to follow me into the realm of the dead?

- Don’t even think about it! – answered the fourth wife and left without saying another word. Her answer struck the man's heart like a well-thrown dagger.

Saddened, the Sultan asked his third wife:

“I've admired you all my life.” Now that I'm dying, are you ready to follow me into the realm of shadows?

- No! – answered his third wife. – Life is so wonderful! When you die, I think about getting married!

The Sultan became sad - his heart had never known such pain. Then he asked his second wife:

– I always came to you for help, and you always helped me and were my best adviser. Now that I am dying, are you ready to follow me to where the pale shadows moan and beg the ruler of souls for mercy?

“I’m very sorry, I can’t help you this time,” answered the second wife. “The most I can do is bury you with honor.”

Her answer struck the Sultan like thousands of thunder and lightning.

- I will go with you and follow where you go until the end!

The Sultan looked in the direction where the voice came from and saw his first wife - exhausted and exhausted with grief, almost unrecognizable.

Amazed, the Sultan said:

“I should have paid more attention to you while I could!”

Each of us has four wives. Our fourth wife is our body; no matter how much effort and time we put into looking good, it will leave us when we die. Our third wife is our career, social status, money, wealth. When we die, they will go to others. Our second wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they helped us here, the most they can do for us is to accompany us to the grave.

And our first wife is our soul, often ignored by us due to the pursuit of luck, power, wealth and pleasure. Despite this, the soul is the only one that accompanies us wherever we go. By treating it with care and attention, protecting and developing it, we can give the world and ourselves the greatest gift.

Black door

In one country there was a king who had his own quirks. When he took prisoners during the war, he gathered them in one huge hall. Everyone was herded to the center, and the king began his speech:

- I'll give you one chance! Look to the right corner of the hall!

The prisoners turned their gaze to the right and saw warriors armed with drawn bows and arrows and ready to act at any moment.

“Now,” the king continued, “look to the left corner of the hall!”

Turning to the left, the prisoners saw a terrible black door. Huge, heavy, it was hung with parts of human bodies, and in place of the handle there was a hand from a corpse. It was terrible to even imagine this door, let alone look at it.

Then the king went out into the center of the hall and shouted:

– Now choose what you want: to die, pierced by the arrows of my archers, or to open the black door and stay locked behind it?! Decide! Everyone has a choice.

All prisoners did the same when it came time to choose: they came closer to the terrifying black four-meter door, looked at the corpses, human blood and skeletons and decided: “Better death by arrows!”

One by one they looked first at the black door, then at the death archers and announced to the king:

“Better death by arrows than opening that door and being locked behind it.”

Thousands of warriors chose death from arrows, not one chose the black door.

But the wars are over. One of the death archers was sweeping the huge hall when the king entered it. The soldier, trembling with fear and burning with curiosity, addressed the king with respect:

– Your Majesty! I've always been curious, don't be mad at me for asking, but... what's hiding behind that black door?

The king replied:

– Do you remember, I always gave prisoners the right to choose. Now go and open this door.

The soldier, trembling with fear, carefully opened the door - and saw how a bright ray of sun fell on the floor from behind it. He opened the door wider, and the light hit his eyes, and the wonderful aroma of meadow herbs and flowers filled his lungs. The archer saw that the black door opened into a field where a wide road began, and he realized that a terrifying barrier opened the road to freedom.

We all carry a black door in our minds - these are our fears. But if you take a step, just a step towards fear, you can find a ray of sunshine that illuminates your life.

The newlyweds, who loved each other very much, lived very poorly. One day a husband suggested to his wife:

- Expensive! I will leave home to look for a job, go as far as I can to find something better. And when I earn enough to offer you a decent and more comfortable life, I will return. I don't know how much time I will spend away from home. I only ask you to wait for me and in my absence be faithful to me, just as I will be faithful to you.

So, being very young, they separated. The young man walked for many days until he came across a farm, the owner of which needed an assistant. The guy offered his services and was accepted. The only thing the young man asked the owner was to let him go when he felt that it was time to return.

“I don’t want to receive my salary,” said the young man. - I ask the sir to deposit money into my account until the day I quit. On the day I leave, you will give me the money you earned.

The owner agreed, and the young man worked for him for twenty years without vacation or rest. After twenty years of work, he approached his master and said:

- Master! I want to take my money and go home.

The owner replied:

- Okay, you and I had an agreement and I will fulfill it, but first I want to make you one offer. I'll give you your money and you'll leave, or I'll give you three pieces of advice and not give you any money, and you'll leave. If I give money, I won’t give advice, and vice versa. Go to your room and think, and then give an answer.

The worker thought for two days, and then found the owner and said:

– I want three pieces of advice.

The owner recalled:

– If I give advice, I won’t give money.

And the man confirmed:

- I want advice.

Then the owner said:

– Never take shortcuts; shorter and unknown paths can cost you your life.

Never be curious about something that seems bad, curiosity can be fatal to you.

Never make decisions in moments of hatred and pain, you may regret it, but it will be too late.

After this, the owner said to his worker:

- Here are three loaves of bread for you. Two to eat on the road, and the third to eat with your wife when you get home.

The man took the loaves, thanked the owner, and walked home along the twenty-year-long road of his life from home and the wife he loved so much.

At the end of the first day of his journey, he met a man who greeted him and asked where he was going. The young man, who had already become a mature man, replied that he was going far, twenty days’ journey along this road. The man told him that this path was very long and he knew a shorter one that could be reached in a few days, and showed him this path. The worker, pleased with the new opportunity to see his wife as soon as possible, took a shortcut when he remembered the first advice of his former master. Then he returned to the familiar road. A few days later, he learned from others that the short road led into an impenetrable forest and quagmire.

After a few more days of travel, tired, he came across a roadside inn, paid for the night and, having washed himself, went to bed. In the morning he woke up, awakened by strange screams. He jumped up and in one leap found himself at the door from behind which these screams were coming. As he touched the door to open it, he remembered the second piece of advice. He returned to his room and went to bed to sleep. In the morning, after drinking coffee, he was about to leave when the owner of the hotel asked if he had heard screams at night, and he replied that he had. The innkeeper asked if he was curious to know what was causing the screams, and he replied that he was not. Then the owner said:

“You are the first of the guests to leave here alive, because my only son suffers from attacks of madness at night, screams all night and, if someone comes in, he attacks, kills and buries him in the barn.”

The man continued his long journey, tormented by the desire to get home as quickly as possible. After many days and nights of walking, in the evening he saw smoke coming out of the chimney of his small house between the trees, he quickened his pace and saw the silhouette of his wife between the bushes. It was getting dark, but he managed to see that she was not alone. He approached a little more and saw a man at her feet, whose hair she was stroking. His heart was filled with hatred and bitterness, and he was about to run in and kill them both without regret when he remembered the third advice. He took a deep breath, slowing down, then stopped, thought and decided to spend the night in this place and make a decision the next day. At dawn, having cooled down in heart, he decided: “I will not kill my wife! I will return to my master and ask him to take me back. Just before that I want to tell my wife that I have always been faithful to her.”

He went to the door of the house and knocked. When his wife opened the door and recognized him, she threw herself on his neck and wrapped her arms around him. He wanted to tear her hands off, but he couldn't. Then, with tears in his eyes, he said: “I have been faithful to you all my life, and you betrayed me!”

- How! I never betrayed you, I waited for you and was faithful to you all these twenty years! – the woman exclaimed.

“Then who is the man you caressed last night?”

And she answered:

“That man is our son.” After you left, I felt like I was pregnant. Now he is 20 years old.

Then the husband came in and saw and hugged his son and told them his whole story while his wife was preparing dinner. After tears of joy and conversation, they sat down at the table, and the man began to share the last bread.

When he broke the bun, all the money he had earned fell out.

How much is time worth

Imagine that there is a bank that credits your account with $86,400.00 every morning, and every evening debits the entire balance that you did not use during the day. What would you do? Of course, every last penny would be withdrawn from the account every day until the end of the day.

Each of us has such a bank. Every morning this bank deposits 86,400 seconds into our account. Every night this bank withdraws from our account and counts as losses the amount of time that was not used for something good. This bank does not allow savings and does not retain balances. Every day a new account is opened for us, and every night the balance of the day is destroyed. If we don’t use the deposit during the day, it’s our loss. Nothing can be returned, nothing can be changed, there is no transfer of balances to tomorrow.

We can only live on the present deposit of today. And it is better to spend as much as possible on health, happiness and success. Time is running. Let's use it to the maximum during the day.

The value of time can really be felt and felt. Any student will tell you how much a year of study costs when he takes the annual exam.

Any mother will tell you how much the first month of life of the child she gives birth costs.

Any child will tell you how much it costs for one day in anticipation that tomorrow Santa Claus will bring him a gift.

Any lover will tell you how much it costs to wait an hour before seeing your beloved.

Any passenger who is late for the train will tell you how much one minute costs.

Any person who has survived an accident will tell you how much one second costs.

Any champion will tell you how much one hundredth of a second is worth.

Time waits for no one. Therefore, it would be nice to learn to appreciate time, every moment of it, especially when there is someone very close and dear nearby. Time is the only irreplaceable value; nothing comes so easily to us or costs so much.

Time waits for no one. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, which is called the present.

Chance

One man woke up in the middle of the night and saw an Angel nearby. He told the man that a wonderful future awaited him: he would have the opportunity to become rich, achieve respect and honor in society and marry a beautiful woman. The man lived his life waiting for the promised benefits, but nothing happened. He died poor and alone. When he rose to the gates of heaven, he saw the same Angel who visited him during his life, and cried out:

“You promised me wealth, universal respect and a beautiful wife.” I spent my whole life waiting for this, and nothing came true!

“I didn’t give you such a promise,” answered the Angel. “I promised that you would have an opportunity, a chance to become rich, respected and loved.

The man was surprised:

– I don’t understand what you mean by this?

– Do you remember how you once had the idea of ​​creating your own business, but because of the fear of failure, you gave up and never tried to implement it again?

The man nodded in agreement.

“A few years later, the same idea came to another person’s mind, and he was not afraid of failure. Remember, he turned into one of the richest men in the country! You must remember,” the Angel continued, “the terrible earthquake that destroyed the city to the ground. Thousands of people were left under the rubble of houses. At that time, you had a chance to participate in the search for the missing and rescue survivors from the rubble, but you did not want to leave your home unattended for fear that looters might plunder it. So you ignored the call for help and stayed home.

The man, feeling a burning shame, nodded.

“This was your chance to save the lives of hundreds of people and earn their respect,” the Angel continued. “And finally, do you remember the beautiful woman with red hair that you liked so much?” You found her incomparable, beautiful and believed that you had never seen greater beauty in your life. And despite this, you thought that such a woman would not marry you. And in order to avoid refusal, he never offered her anything.

The man nodded again, but now tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“Yes, my friend, she could be your wife,” said the Angel, “and with her you would be happy, you would have beautiful, healthy children, your family would bloom and prosper...

We are all given chances every day, but very rarely, due to our fears and indecision, we take them.

Diogenes and Alexander

When Alexander the Great was traveling to India, he met Diogenes on his way. It was a winter morning, a cool wind was blowing, and Diogenes was lying naked on the riverbank on the sand and sunbathing. He was very handsome. When the soul is beautiful, physical beauty becomes unearthly. Alexander couldn’t believe that a person could be so beautiful. In awe of this beautiful man, he said to him:

– I am shocked by your beauty, is there anything I can do for you?

Diogenes said:

- Move a little to the side, because you are blocking the sun for me. I don't need anything else.

Alexander said:

“The next time I have the opportunity to appear on earth, I will ask God not to make me Alexander anymore, but to make me Diogenes.”

Diogenes laughed and replied:

– Who is stopping you from being like that now? Where are you hurrying? For months I have been watching how your army moves, where are you going and why?

Alexander replied:

– I am going to India to conquer the world.

– And what are you going to do after this? - asked Diogenes.

Alexander replied:

-Then I will rest.

Diogenes laughed and said:

- You're crazy. I'm relaxing now. I have not conquered the world and do not see the need to do so. If you want to take a break, why not do it now? Who told you that before you can rest, you need to conquer the whole world? If you don't rest now, you will never be able to rest. And you will never be able to conquer the whole world. You will die mid-journey. Everyone dies mid-journey.

Alexander thanked Diogenes and said that he would think about it, but now he could not stop.

And he died in the middle of the journey. He could not return home; he died on the way.

And a strange story has been told ever since: Diogenes died on the same day as Alexander.

Life doesn't wait

The Great Master, trying to explain to his disciples the true state of meditation, said:

“If you utter a word, I will give you thirty strokes of my stick.” But if you don't say a word, you too will receive thirty strokes with my stick. Now speak, speak!

One student came forward and was just going to bow to the Master, but was hit.

The student protested:

“I didn’t say a single word, and you didn’t let me say a word.” Why the blow?

The master laughed and said:

“If I wait for you, your speech, your silence... it’s too late.” Life can't wait.

Vessel of Life

Once, one sage, standing in front of his students, took a large glass vessel and filled it to the brim with large stones. Having done this, he asked the disciples if the vessel was full. Everyone confirmed - yes, it’s full. Then the sage took a box of small pebbles, poured it into a vessel and gently shook it several times. The pebbles rolled into the gaps between the large stones and filled them. After this, the sage again asked the disciples if the vessel was now full. They confirmed again – it’s full. And finally, the sage took a box of sand from the table and poured it into a vessel. Sand, of course, filled the last gaps between the stones.

“Now,” the sage addressed the students, “I would like you to be able to see your life in this vessel.” Large stones represent important things in life: your path, your faith, your family, your loved one, your health, your children - those things that, even without everything else, can still fill your life. Small stones represent less important things, such as work, home or hobbies. Sand is the little things in life, everyday vanity. If you fill your vessel with sand first, there will be no room left for larger stones. It’s the same in life: if you spend all your energy on small actions, then there will be nothing left for big ones. Therefore, pay attention, first of all, to important things, find time for your children and loved ones, and take care of your health. You still have enough time for work, for home, for celebrations and everything else. Watch your big stones - only they have a price, everything else is just sand...

Your cross

One man considered his life unbearably difficult. One day he came to God, told about his misfortunes and asked:

- Give me, Lord, another fate, another cross, easier!

God looked at the man with a smile, led him to the storage room where human crosses lay, and said:

- Choose!

After a long search, the man finally chose the lightest and smallest cross and again turned to God:

-Can I take this one?

“Take it,” answered the Lord. “But this is your own share.”

Embroidery

When I was little, my mother embroidered a lot. I sat next to her on a small chair and asked what she was doing. She answered me: “I embroider.”

When I was little, I could only see my mother's work from below. I always complained that I only saw ugly jumbled threads.

She smiled at me from above and affectionately said: “Son, go for a walk, play a little, when I finish, I will put the embroidery on my lap and you will look from above.”

I asked myself why the embroidery seemed so ugly and tangled to me and why did my mother need these dark threads? But then my mother called me: “Son, go, you can already look!” I happily ran in and was incredibly surprised at how beautiful the embroidery on the front side was. Mom showed me a beautiful flower or a magnificent sunset - and I could not believe my eyes: below there was an untidy accumulation of threads, and above there was such beauty. My mother then said: “My son, from below everything seems confused and disorderly, but you didn’t know that I, above, had my own plan, I had a beautiful drawing. Now look from above, how beautiful it is!”

It's the same in life. Without knowing the universal plan, we think that everything is going wrong, everything is bad. In fact, everything that happens is part of divine embroidery. From above you can see how to embroider a beautiful pattern.

Love today

Yesterday? It was. Tomorrow? It is unknown whether there will be. And tomorrow may be too late - for love, for forgiveness, for starting a new life.

Tomorrow may be too late to ask for forgiveness, to say, “I’m sorry, it was my mistake.”

Your love may become unnecessary tomorrow. Your forgiveness may not be appropriate tomorrow. Your return tomorrow may not be welcome. Your hugs may remain empty tomorrow. Because tomorrow may be too late.

Don’t leave for tomorrow the words: “I love you! I miss you! I'm sorry! Sorry! This flower is for you. You look really good!" Don’t leave for tomorrow a smile, hugs, tenderness, work, dreams, help...

Don’t leave the question for tomorrow: “Is there anything I can do to help you? Why are you so sad? What happened to you? Listen, come here, let's talk! Where is your smile? Will you give me another chance? Why don't we start all over again? Do you know that you can count on me?

Remember, tomorrow may be late, very late... This often happens. Go, search, ask, insist! Try again. Exists only today. Tomorrow may be too late, believe me.

Treasure Hunter

One professional treasure hunter, a sailor who devoted his life to traveling and searching for treasures using old maps, legends about pirates and unknown routes, who spent all his strength and money on it, but never found anything worthy of being called a treasure, finally grew old. And having grown old, he settled in his simple house on the seashore, in a small fishing village, where he was born and where he returned to rest in between travels. He still dreamed about how he would live if he found the treasure. But I understood that these were just dreams. On the night he died, the sea rose to embrace him for the last time - so high that it flooded the local cemetery located not far from the shore, right up to the crosses.

Being in an emergency situation, the treasure hunter's neighbors and friends decided to bury him in the courtyard of his own house. As they were digging the grave, they came across something hard. Stone? No, it was a chest. When they lifted it and opened it, they saw that it was full of gold coins. Whole fortune is in the yard of a treasure hunter who has scoured all the seas in search of such a thing and has never tried to look under his feet.

So in life, we never see the treasures that are next to us.

Butterfly

One day, a butterfly pupa fell into the hands of a man. He watched for several hours as the butterfly struggled to squeeze its body out of the small hole in the cocoon. Time passed, the butterfly tried, but to no avail. It seemed that she was completely exhausted and could no longer do it... Then the man decided to help the butterfly. He took the scissors and cut the cocoon all the way. The butterfly came out easily, but its body was atrophied and its wings were folded and compressed. The man continued to watch her, he expected that at any moment she would open her wings and fly.

But that did not happen. Until the end of its days, the butterfly was left with a deformed body and glued wings. She could never spread her wings and fly.

The man did not know that the hard cocoon and the incredible efforts made by the butterfly to exit the small hole were necessary for the body to take the correct shape and for forces to enter the wings through the strong body, and it was ready to fly as soon as it was freed from the cocoon.

Everything has its time. Don't help if you can't or don't ask. Don't interfere with the nature of things you didn't create. Otherwise, someone's road to hell may be paved with your good intentions.

Parables about love

Unsolved mystery

One boy was born with an incurable disease. At seventeen years old, he could die at any moment. He was always in the house under the supervision of his mother, but such a life became unbearable, and finally the young man decided to go outside, at least once, no matter what the cost.

He walked around many shops and, passing a music store, saw a beautiful girl. It was love at first sight. The young man opened the door and entered, looking only at the girl. Slowly approaching, he approached the counter where the girl stood. She looked the young man in the eyes, smiled and asked:

– Can I help you with something?

The young man thought that this smile was the most beautiful he had ever seen. Barely finding the words, he said:

“Yes, uh, ummm... I would like to buy a disk,” and without looking, he took the first one he came across and handed over the money.

– Do you want me to wrap it for you? – the girl smiled.

The young man nodded, the girl went into the office at the back of the store and came out with a disc wrapped in a gift bag. The young man took it and left.

Since then, he came to this store every day and bought one disc. The girl always wrapped it up, the young man took it away and hid the next package in the closet.

He was too shy, and even if he really wanted to, he couldn’t ask her out. His mother noticed that her boy had fallen in love and supported and encouraged her son. In the end, the young man, plucking up his courage, resolutely headed to the store, bought one disc, and when the girl went to wrap it, he quietly left his phone number on the display window and ran away.

The next day, the phone rang in the young man’s house; it was a girl from a music store calling. The mother picked up the phone, the girl asked to invite her son to the phone. The woman burst into tears and asked through her tears:

- You do not know? He died yesterday.

There was a long silence, interrupted by the mother's sobs.

A few days later, the mother came into her son's room. Opening the closet, she came across many boxes wrapped in gift paper. She took out several bags and sat on the bed to open them and see what was in them. When she unwrapped the first one, a note fell out of the plastic box: “Hello! I really like you. Invite me somewhere. Sofia". Feeling emotional, the mother began to open all the packages one by one and in each of them she found notes that said the same thing, only in different words.

That's life: don't wait too long to tell someone how you feel. Say it today, tomorrow may be too late.

Teacher, what is love?

In one of the junior classes, one of the children asked:

- Teacher, what is love?

The teacher felt the attention of all the other children and had to give an honest answer. Since it was before recess, she took the whole class to the park behind the school and asked each of the students to bring something that could awaken feelings of love in them.

The children ran away, inspired by the task, and when they returned, the teacher said:

“I want everyone to show what they brought with them.”

The first student said:

– I brought this flower, isn’t it beautiful?

When the second man's turn came, he said:

– I brought this butterfly, look what colorful wings it has! I'll add it to my collection.

The third student said:

“I brought this little bird that fell out of the nest, isn’t it wonderful?”

So, one after another, the children showed what they had collected in the park.

Finishing the exhibition, the teacher noticed that one girl did not bring anything and felt awkward because of this. The teacher turned to her:

– Didn’t you find anything?

The girl, shyly, answered:

- Sorry, teacher, I saw a flower, smelled it, thought about picking it, but then decided to leave it so that its scent would spread throughout the park. I also saw a butterfly, light and bright, but it seemed so happy that I didn’t have the courage to catch it. I saw a chick fall from the nest between the branches, but, having climbed the tree, I saw the look of his mother, full of sadness, and chose to return him to the nest. But I brought with me the scent of a flower, the feeling of freedom of a butterfly and the gratitude of the mother of the chick. How can I show what I brought?

The teacher gave the girl the highest grade and explained to the children that love can only be brought in your heart.

The Unnoticed Enemy

In one old fortress there lived a prince. He devoted his entire life to fighting his enemies, but could not deal with the last of them. He was caught, beaten, mortally wounded in battles, but if the enemy had even the slightest chance, he recovered and became even stronger.

Finally the day came when the prince was sure that he would win. His worst enemy had fallen into a trap and was in custody. All that remained was to wait until he was taken to the fortress.

The prince examined his warriors: one, impatient, was swinging a huge hammer, the blow of which no one had yet withstood; the other, with clean hands, a sleek face and a sweet smile, seemed to pose no danger, but his poison brought many to the grave. In the prince's service were stone giants, snow queens and many other dangerous creatures, but the prince continued to send out messengers and look for someone who could deal with his enemy for sure.

And now another contender appeared before him. It was a pity to look at him; he looked not like a warrior, but like an obedient peasant in a straw hat. It was impossible to remember his face, it was so ordinary.

“I will kill your enemy,” he told the prince.

Other warriors began to openly mock him.

– Show off your art! - ordered the prince.

The man put on an iron glove, put his hand into his bag filled with millions of tiny needle arrows, pulled out several and threw them at one of the prince’s soldiers. No one noticed how the arrows flew and penetrated the soldier’s armor, he did not feel anything, and the needles went under the skin.

The little man said to the prince:

“I’m never in a hurry, I’ll be back in six months and I’ll be able to kill your enemy just as I killed your soldier.”

The soldier stood on his feet and did not feel anything, but after a while he began to bleed imperceptible drops of blood that flowed from invisible millions of wounds, and they could not be healed due to the fact that no one saw them. Six months later the soldier died.

The inconspicuous man who killed him appeared before the prince exactly at the promised time and was accepted into his guard, and the prince’s enemy was finally brought from distant provinces and taken to the fortress.

And then the doors opened, and the soldiers took the prisoner to the center of the hall. He was a man of extraordinary beauty. The prince even took his breath away from hatred.

Neither the long grueling journey, nor the brutal beatings to which his enemy was subjected could spoil his amazing face, beautiful not with external beauty, but with internal luminous power.

This man seemed to radiate from within and shed his light on everyone present.

The prince, his face twisted with anger, stood up from the throne, approached the prisoner, leaned towards his ear and hissed:

– All your life you mocked me, humiliated me, did what you wanted with the things and people that belonged to me! You withstood all my attacks. Bad Character with his hammer has weakened you a little. The beauty of Ambition impressed you, but did not poison you, just as Disease, Poverty and my other subjects did not kill you.

The prince grinned wryly and began to walk around the prisoner, enjoying his moment of triumph.

- You thought you could do everything... mmm... what's your name... Love... Love! – he repeated the prisoner’s name with disgust. -Who do you think you are? Who are you? Don't you know that I own everything on this earth! Don’t you know that I’m much smarter and stronger than these little people you protect so much? Love! What a sickening name! “Nothing can compare to Love! Love can do anything! Love breaks boundaries! - the prince mocked. - Garbage! Nonentity! This is my world, my time! – The prince plopped down on the throne. - Your end has come! Bring a mercenary!

The order was carried out with lightning speed: an inconspicuous figure of the performer immediately appeared in the hall. He went to the place where Lyubov stood and looked at him phlegmatically.

- Do it! - ordered the prince.

The warrior slowly put on his glove, reached into his bag and pulled out a million needles. He waved his hand to launch them when the prince shouted:

- Stop! Before you do that... What's your name?

The inconspicuous warrior said only one word:

- Routine.

Wealth, success and love

One woman, leaving her house, saw three old men with long white beards sitting in front of her house.

They were unfamiliar to her, and the woman said:

“I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry.” Please come into the house and agree to break bread with me.

– Is there a man in the house? - the old men asked.

“No,” said the woman, “he came out.”

“Then we can’t come in,” they replied.

Later in the evening, when the husband returned home, the woman told him what had happened.

“Go and say that I’m already home, and invite them to come in,” said the man.

The woman came out and invited the elders into the house.

“We won’t go into the house together,” they answered.

– You may ask: why?

One of the old men explained, pointing to each one in turn:

– His name is Wealth, and the other’s name is Success, but my name is Love. Now go back and consult with your husband which of us you want to invite.

The woman entered and told her husband everything she had heard. The man was delighted and exclaimed:

- How good! Let's invite Wealth! Let him enter our home and fill it with abundance.

The wife was not sure that she agreed with her husband:

- My dear! Why don't we invite Success?

– Isn’t it better to invite Love? – their daughter joined, having heard everything and came running from the backyard. – Imagine, then our house will be filled with love!

“Let’s listen to our daughter’s advice,” the husband said to his wife. – Come out and invite Love to be our guest.

The woman came out and asked the three old men:

– Which one of you is Love? Please come through and be our guest.

Love got up and went to the house. The remaining two stood up and followed him.

The surprised woman turned to Wealth and Success:

– I only invited Lyubov, why are you coming too?

The old men replied:

– If you called only Wealth or only Success, the other two would be at the door. But you called Love, and wherever she goes, we accompany her.

Seven Wonders of the World

The teacher asked his students to list the seven wonders of the world on a separate piece of paper. A little later he asked everyone to read their lists to the class. The children stood up in order and said:

- Egyptian pyramids!

- Taj Mahal!

- Panama Canal!

- Chinese Wall!

One girl sat silently and seemed reluctant to talk and was embarrassed to hand over her work. The teacher asked if she had any difficulties completing the assignment.

“Yes,” the student said shyly. – I had doubts, there are so many miracles in the world that it’s hard to choose.

The teacher asked her to read what she chose:

“We’ll listen, maybe we can help you with something.”

The girl hesitated, but then still read:

– I think that the seven wonders of the world include: the ability of people to think, speak, act, see, hear, help, and the most important of all – to love.

The class was silent for a long time.

All these wonders of the world are completely in our power, it is very important to remember this.

Real love

Passing by a group of students, the teacher heard them discussing the problem of marriage. It was clear that they were against marriage. Their main argument was that romanticism in a couple's relationship is the main link, and when it dries up, it is better to end the relationship than to drown in monotony.

The teacher stopped, listened carefully to all the opinions and invited the students to listen to one story from their lives.

“My parents lived together for fifty-five years,” the teacher began. “One morning my mother was walking down the stairs from the bedroom to the kitchen to make breakfast for my father when she had a heart attack and fell. Her father heard, ran out of the bedroom, grabbed her, lifted her as best he could, dragged her to the car, and rushed to the hospital at full speed while her heart was breaking in agony. When I got there, it was too late, she died.

During the funeral he did not speak, his gaze was lost. I hardly cried. In the evening we, all the children, gathered near him. There was pain and melancholy in the air, we recalled beautiful incidents from our life together. He asked my brother, a theologian, to talk about death and eternity. My brother started talking about life after death. My father listened with great attention. And soon he asked:

- Take me to the cemetery.

- Dad! - we admonished him. - It’s already eleven at night! We can't go to the cemetery at this time!

He looked at us unseeingly and raised his voice:

- Don't argue with me, please! Don't argue with a man who just lost his wife of fifty-five years.

There was silence. We didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery, asked permission from the watchman, and with a lantern made our way to the grave.

My father hugged the grave, prayed and told us, his children, who, without moving, watched what was happening:

“It was a good fifty-five years, you know.” No one can talk about true love if they have no idea what it means to live life with such a woman!

He paused and wiped his face:

“We were together in everything.” In joy and sadness, when you were born, when I was kicked out of work, when you were sick. We were always together. Shared joy when we saw our children succeed, cried together when you were unhappy, prayed together in many hospital waiting rooms for our loved ones, supported each other in moments of pain, hugged and forgave each other if one of them broke down ... Children, she is gone now. And I'm glad, do you know why? Because she left before I did. She didn't have to go through the pain of my funeral, she didn't have to be left alone after I left. Everything fell to me, and I thank God for it. I love her so much that I wouldn't want her to worry about me.

When my father finished speaking, my brothers and sisters and I had washed ourselves with tears more than once. We all hugged him, and he consoled us:

- Everything is fine, children, we can go home, today was a good day.

That night I realized what true love is.

You talked about romance; but it has nothing to do with eroticism. What could be more romantic than the union of two hearts, when each of them is ready to sacrifice everything for the other?

When the teacher finished his story, the students could not object to him. The teacher taught them probably the most important lesson in life.

Marriage

At one psychological training, married couples with communication problems gathered. The leader gave them the task:

– By next Friday, write down on a piece of paper five defects that your husband or wife should correct first and foremost and urgently.

After receiving the task, all couples left. On the way home, one of the listening spouses stopped the car, got out, bought five roses, returned and presented them to his wife with a note: “I can’t think of anything you need to fix. I love you just the way you are." The woman became emotional, burst into tears, and tenderly hugged her husband...

Friday has arrived. The woman kept the roses her husband gave her in the same condition and brought them to class with the note her husband wrote to her. And when it was her turn to read out the list of defects, she explained what had happened.

The other couple smiled tightly as she spoke. They were ashamed, because they brought with them not one, but several sheets filled with complaints and caustic remarks that did not go unanswered from the opposite side.

But everyone remembered the lesson. Especially the woman who received five red roses, a woman who most certainly had her faults, but now had a powerful incentive to correct them.

There are no coincidences

A young priest arrived in a city in a European country to reopen an inactive church. He was about to get down to business with great enthusiasm, but when he arrived on site and saw the condition of the building, he almost gave up. It was October, and the priest decided to do everything possible to open the temple for Christmas. He worked without rest: filling holes in the walls, plastering, painting, repairing... Christmas was approaching, and just a few days before his arrival, a thunderstorm with snow and rain hit the city, which did not allow people to go outside for two days. When the priest came to the church on the third day, he saw that water had leaked through the dome, penetrated the wall and wet the plaster, which collapsed, creating a hole right behind the altar. The priest cleaned up the floor and, dejected, went home with thoughts of moving the start of the service to another date. On the way, he noticed a small shop with a counter on the street, which apparently opened only today. His eye was drawn to an ivory tablecloth, hand-embroidered with beautiful flowers with a large cross in the middle. It was perfect to cover the hole in the wall. Father immediately bought a tablecloth and turned back to the church.

Snow began to fall. One elderly woman hurriedly ran across the road right in front of the priest, hoping to board the departing bus, but she never made it. The priest invited her to go into the church and wait for the next one, who was supposed to come only in 45 minutes: it was warm in the building. An elderly woman entered the church and sat down. At this time the priest was looking for hooks, a ladder and everything else to hang the tablecloth. Finally, everything worked out for him, and in such a way that it’s nice to see. The tablecloth looked like an expensive carpet and covered all the defects of the wall. Turning around, the priest saw that the woman was approaching him, looking at the tablecloth as if enchanted.

- Father, where did you get this tablecloth? – the woman asked.

The priest spoke. The woman asked to turn the bottom corner and check if there were the initials EVG on the back - and they were there.

Yes, those were her own initials. And the woman embroidered this tablecloth thirty-five years ago, when she was in Austria. Before the outbreak of World War II, she and her husband lived there, and lived luxuriously. When the Nazis came to power, the couple had to leave. The wife left first, and the husband was to follow her a week later. On the way, the woman was arrested and sent to a concentration camp. Since then, she has not seen her husband and does not know what happened to their house or to him. I thought he had been shot.

The priest took the woman by car to her home and wanted to give her a tablecloth that she had embroidered in her youth, but the woman flatly refused, saying that she was happy to provide her work for the church. And, thanking the priest, she went up to her apartment on the third floor.

The first service after the revival of the church at Christmas was great. The church was almost full. The feeling of the presence of the Holy Spirit and church singing filled her with incredible goodness. At the end of the service, the priest said goodbye to the parishioners at the door. Many said they would definitely return. One elderly man, whom the priest recognized as a neighbor in the area, remained seated and gazed intently ahead. The priest asked why he didn’t leave. The man asked where the priest got this tablecloth that hangs behind the altar - the same one his wife had embroidered many years ago in Austria before the war began, and how could two things exist that are indistinguishably similar to each other? The man told the priest how the Nazis came and he forced his wife to leave the country first for her own safety, and how he was going to follow her, but he was arrested and sent to a concentration camp. And since then he has not seen her for thirty-five years.

The priest asked the man if he would like to take a walk together, and took the elderly man to the house where he had dropped off the elderly woman three days earlier. Then he helped the elderly man up to the third floor and rang the doorbell, anticipating the most beautiful Christmas he could imagine.

Parables about happiness

Happiness is the way

We expect life to get better when we turn 18, when we get married, when we get a better job, when we have a child, a second...

Then we feel tired because our children are growing slowly, and we think that when they grow up, we will feel happy. When they become more independent and go through adolescence, we complain that they are hard to get along with, and once they get through this period, it will become easier.

Then we say that our life will be better when we finally buy a bigger house and a better car, we can go on vacation, we retire...

The truth is that there is no better moment to feel happy. If not now, then when?

It seems that life is about to begin, real life! But there is always one problem along the way, one unfinished business, one outstanding debt that needs to be addressed first; and after this life will begin. And if we look closely, we will see that these problems are endless. Of these, in fact, life consists.

This helps us see that there is no path to happiness, happiness is the path. We must cherish every moment, especially when we share it with someone dear, and remember that time waits for no one.

Don't wait until school ends or college starts, when you lose five pounds, when you have children, when children go to school, get married, get divorced, New Year, spring, autumn or winter, next Friday, Saturday or Sunday, or the moment you die to be happy. Happiness is a path, not a destiny.

Work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no one is watching.

Hidden Happiness

One day the gods gathered and decided to have some fun. One of them said:

- Let's take something away from people?

After much thought, another exclaimed:

- I know! Let's take their happiness away! The only problem is where to hide it so that they don’t find it.

The first one said:

- Let's hide it at the top of the highest mountain in the world!

“No, remember that they have a lot of strength, someone will be able to climb and find, and if one finds, everyone else will immediately know where happiness is,” answered the other.

Then someone came up with a new proposal:

- Let's hide it at the bottom of the sea!

They answered him:

- No, don’t forget that they are curious, someone will be able to design a device for underwater diving, and then they will definitely find happiness.

“No,” they rejected his proposal, “remember that we gave them enough intelligence, someday they will come up with a ship to travel around the worlds, and discover this planet, and then everyone will find happiness.”

The oldest god, who remained silent throughout the conversation and only listened attentively to the speakers, said:

“I think I know where to hide happiness so that they never find it.”

Everyone turned to him, intrigued, and asked:

“We’ll hide it inside them, they’ll be so busy looking for it outside that it won’t even occur to them to look for it inside themselves.”

All the gods agreed, and since then people spend their whole lives in search of happiness, not knowing that it is hidden in themselves.

Enjoy your coffee

Once upon a time, a group of former study comrades, and now highly qualified professionals, successful, respected and rich people, gathered to visit their old favorite professor. They came to his house, and very soon the conversation turned to the incessant stress that is provoked by work, the modern world, and life in general.

The professor offered coffee to all his students and, having received consent, retired to the kitchen. He returned with a large coffee pot, next to which there were surprisingly different coffee cups on a tray. The cups were multi-colored and of different sizes. Among this company there were expensive porcelain, and ordinary ceramic, and simply clay, and glass, and plastic. They differed in shape, decor, comfort of handles... The professor placed a coffee pot in the middle of the table and suggested that everyone choose the cup they liked and fill it with freshly brewed coffee. When the cups were sorted and the coffee was poured, the professor cleared his throat a little and quietly, with incredible warm goodwill, addressed his guests:

– Did you notice that the most beautiful and expensive cups were sold out first? Are the simplest and cheapest ones left? This is normal, because everyone wants the best for themselves. In fact, this is in most cases the cause of the stress you mentioned. Let me continue: the cup did not add to the taste or quality of the coffee. The cup only masks or hides what we are drinking. You wanted coffee, not a cup, but instinctively you looked for something better. Life is coffee. Work, money, social status are just cups that give shape and shelter something in life. And the type of cup does not determine or change the quality of the life we ​​lead. On the contrary, if we concentrate only on the cup, we stop enjoying coffee. Enjoy your coffee! The happiest people are not those who have the best, but those who do the best with what they have. Remember.

Perfect world

Once, one king announced a high reward for the one who would paint a picture of ideal tranquility, an ideal world. Many artists presented their works, the king looked at everything and selected two to determine the winner.

The first one showed a very calm lake, which reflected the majestic mountains that surrounded it. Above there was a clear blue sky with weightless white clouds. Everyone who looked at the picture felt peace and believed that it depicted an ideal world.

The second picture also depicted mountains, and above them an angry sky that was bursting with rain, thunder and lightning. The mountain below turned into a waterfall. There was nothing peaceful in this picture. But upon closer examination of the picture, the king saw behind the waterfall, under the overhanging ledge of the mountain, a small thin tree that grew on a small area. There was a nest on the tree, and in it you could see a bird sitting calmly inside... “An ideal world!” – thought the king and assigned a reward to the second picture, since an ideal world does not mean a place without noise, problems and shocks. To be at peace is to feel peace and balance in your heart and harmony in your soul; the inner world should not be disturbed by anything that happens outside.

The elephant thought that...

One boy really liked going to the circus. Once a circus with animals came to their city, and the child begged his father to take him to the show.

An elephant appeared in the arena. He performed miracles: he lifted weights, juggled, walked on his hind legs. After the performance, the boy looked over the fence and saw that the elephant was tied with a chain by one leg, and a peg with a chain was driven into the ground. It was easy for the elephant to pull out the peg and leave.

- Dad! Why doesn't the elephant go into the jungle, because he can do it? – the boy asked his father. - He's so strong!

– Because he is trained and already used to it. And also because when he was caught and tied as a small child, they really tied him to the chain very tightly. Every day, being small and lonely, he tried to free himself from the chain, kicked the ground, tried to tear off the chain with his other foot, got tired, exhausted, and finally the day came when he admitted his own powerlessness and resigned himself to his fate and something that will never be able to escape. And now that he has grown into a big and powerful elephant, he still thinks that he cannot free himself. He remembers that he couldn't, and worst of all, that after that he never tried again, never checked again.

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