The right time“ To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:” A time to be born, and a time to die; …a time to be wise and a time to be like everybody else. Don’t choose the wrong time. This reminds me of a story:
Hodja was travelling alone in the wilderness.
Suddenly a tiger appeared, not far away. Hodja run for his life. As he didn’t have time to look, he slid behind the bushes into a precipice.
By chance, he got hold with one hand of a large root hanging out from the rocks.
He looked upwards. The tiger growled at him from above.
He looked down. Below, another tiger was snarling at him.
He felt weary. Two small legendary mice, one black and one white proceeded to slowly gnaw at the root still sustaining him. Nasreddin’s heart filled with fear.
Then he saw in the green moss in front of his nose a sweet, fragrant, red strawberry.
With a short movement, while clutching one hand on the root he picked the fruit with the other and eat it, and it was marvellous.
Then he felt weary again. The mice kept playfully nibbling the root. His hands grew numb. His thoughts grew dark. Now, a noble, calm, quieting voice from nowhere spoke to him:
“Let go, Nasreddin… Relax and just let go… Life is but a dream…Let go now…”
To this, Nasreddin replied:
“Get lost! Right now, I need help not illumination!”
Hodja was travelling alone in the wilderness.
Suddenly a tiger appeared, not far away. Hodja run for his life. As he didn’t have time to look, he slid behind the bushes into a precipice.
By chance, he got hold with one hand of a large root hanging out from the rocks.
He looked upwards. The tiger growled at him from above.
He looked down. Below, another tiger was snarling at him.
He felt weary. Two small legendary mice, one black and one white proceeded to slowly gnaw at the root still sustaining him. Nasreddin’s heart filled with fear.
Then he saw in the green moss in front of his nose a sweet, fragrant, red strawberry.
With a short movement, while clutching one hand on the root he picked the fruit with the other and eat it, and it was marvellous.
Then he felt weary again. The mice kept playfully nibbling the root. His hands grew numb. His thoughts grew dark. Now, a noble, calm, quieting voice from nowhere spoke to him:
“Let go, Nasreddin… Relax and just let go… Life is but a dream…Let go now…”
To this, Nasreddin replied:
“Get lost! Right now, I need help not illumination!”
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