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<>There was once a potter who lived in a village forgotten by the world. His dream was to reach the great Citadel, where he could have his own shop of vessels, pots and ceramic objects. But his chances were small, because the potter was very lazy and worked only to ensure his daily living.
One day the potter met a traveler who told him that in a neighboring village there lives in a hut a wise man who can give you any answer. What was strange about him was that he never left the hut and did not even speak. Whoever wanted to ask him a question had to knock on the door and then open a narrow shutter through which only the eyes of the mute sage could be seen in the semi-darkness inside. Then he had to ask him a question, and the wise man answered him with his eyes, the man could read the answer in their expression.
Hearing this, the potter immediately runs to the neighboring village, to the hut in question. He knocked slightly, then pulled the shutter off the door. Through the narrow slit, he could hardly see eyes staring at him from the darkness.
He breathlessly asked him the question, “How can I prosper in the great city?” and then looked carefully at the expression of the insider.
And he saw some bored eyes. careless, totally indifferent.
At that moment he realizes that this is how he was with his job, lazy and careless!
He said to himself: “Until now I have sat and waited for the ideal chance, to hit me out of nowhere. But the answer is very simple, I have to work harder to get closer to my goal!”
“How many people make the same mistake?” he asked. “Everywhere I see people complaining about the lack of chance instead of putting their hands together and doing something.”
In the following months he began to model pots and jugs day by day, which he sold in nearby villages, and the results were not long in coming. He was already earning well, and much of the money he put aside to afford to move to the Citadel. However, he realized that it was not enough and at this rate it would have taken him years. And on top of that, at the end of the day he didn’t feel fulfilled by his work.
So he set off again for the hut of the mute sage, thinking impatiently about the reunion. The hut looked the same, in ruins, you could swear that no one lived there. He knocked on the door as usual, then pulled back the shutter and asked the question ardently: “How can I sell more to allow myself to go to the great City?”
The eyes inside were sad, tired, deprived of light. “The gaze of a lonely man, isolated from the world,” he thought. And then he remembered his own loneliness, the fact that he had no friends and always avoided his relatives. Because he was afraid of asking him for money or other help.
The next day he went to the market with only one thought: to sell so many pots that he could help all his relatives, old friends and even neighbors with whom he did not get along very well. All his acquaintances were poor people who barely managed from one day to the next.
After a month, he was selling and earning almost twice as much and not only had he helped many people with money and food, but he also had an impressive amount left. He earned so well that after a short time he managed to get a little house in the great Citadel, where he had always dreamed of arriving.
The fair was much larger in the Citadel. Travelers who came from overseas and countries passed through here and who had their bags full of money. The potter was doing very well and had made many friends, for he had kept the habit of helping people in need.
But he was still far from his goal. To open the shop he had dreamed of, where he would have apprentices and salesmen to work for him, he needed much more. And he was already working from morning to night and selling almost everything he produced.
This time he couldn’t wait to get to the sage’s hut again. And he had full confidence that he would receive his answer, as on the other occasions. Arriving in front of the hut, he was seized by a strange feeling. She was even more dilapidated, she looked downright abandoned. “Is he dead?” he asked himself and a shiver ran through him.
He knocked on the door with trembling hands and opened the narrow shutter. A sense of gratitude gripped her heart as she saw her eyes in the dark again.
“I work from morning to night and sell everything I produce. But it’s still not enough to allow me to open my shop. What would I pDoes Utea do differently to earn more?” and he looks carefully into the eyes of the mute sage.
The gaze in the darkness was this time alive, stubborn. The potter could read in her determination, but also the despair of a man about to lose hope.
Then he thought about his life lately. On the one hand, he was very happy that he had moved to the Citadel and prospered, but on the other hand, he worked so hard that he could no longer relax and enjoy life.
The next morning he woke up much more rested, as if it was easier. He enjoyed his breakfast in the shade of the trees in the garden, thinking how grateful he was for his life. Only now did she realize how good it is to stop from time to time to enjoy the little things, such as the aroma of tea or the smell of wild flowers.
Then he did something he hadn’t done in a very long time: he went straight to the market, without modeling any pots. He usually started the day by working hard, then quickly ran away in the afternoon to sell his creations.
He took only a few jugs made by him earlier. They were the most beautiful, he kept them in his home to delight his eyes.
In the morning, the people in the fair were different. There were other flies, travelers from other places. Among them, the potter notices a special character, dressed in expensive clothes. He had noble features and from his gait you could see that he was a strong and determined man.
The man stopped right in front of the potter and began to carefully study the carefully crafted jugs.”
I have never seen such skill before,” he said. You would have been paid five times more than what an ordinary potter earns”
Our potter could no longer fit in his skin with joy. to produce for royal faces! With the money he earned, he could open his shop in a few months! And all this just because he decided that day to relax and be open to something new!
The first thing he thought of after this event was to thank the mute sage. She had helped him so much and hadn’t even gotten to see his full face! She wanted to hug him and tell him how much their meetings mattered.
When he arrived at the hut, he knocked on the door and then opened the shutter. The eyes inside shone with joy like never before.“
Great sage, I know you are more withdrawn of your kind, but I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart and tell you how much you helped me!”, said the potter.
Then he opened the door and was stunned. Inside, beyond the door, there was only a mirror…
Morals:
ALL THE ANSWERS ARE ALREADY IN YOU; YOU JUST HAVE TO ASK THE RIGHT QUESTIONS!
source: internet