A Taste of Wisdom
By: Author Unknown
An aging Hindu master grew tired of his apprentice
complaining and so, one morning, sent him for some salt.
When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the
unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of
water and then to drink it.
"How does it taste?" the master asked.
"Bitter," spit the apprentice.
The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take
the same handful of salt and put it in the lake.
The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and once the
apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the
old man said, "Now drink from the lake."
As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the master
asked, "How does it taste?"
"Fresh," remarked the apprentice.
"Do you taste the salt?" asked the master.
"No," said the young man.
At this the master sat beside this serious young man, who
so reminded him of himself, and took his hands, offering:
"The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The
amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However,
the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container
we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing
you can do is to enlarge your sense of things. Stop being a
glass. Become a lake."
By: Author Unknown
An aging Hindu master grew tired of his apprentice
complaining and so, one morning, sent him for some salt.
When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the
unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of
water and then to drink it.
"How does it taste?" the master asked.
"Bitter," spit the apprentice.
The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take
the same handful of salt and put it in the lake.
The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and once the
apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the
old man said, "Now drink from the lake."
As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the master
asked, "How does it taste?"
"Fresh," remarked the apprentice.
"Do you taste the salt?" asked the master.
"No," said the young man.
At this the master sat beside this serious young man, who
so reminded him of himself, and took his hands, offering:
"The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The
amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However,
the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container
we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing
you can do is to enlarge your sense of things. Stop being a
glass. Become a lake."
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