One young man came to Yang Chu and said: - My parents want me to succeed in life. Should I submit to the will of the parents? Yang Chu answered: - let's assume that you lived to old age. A quarter of your life as your childhood, when you were too young to achieve success. And I have to spend another quarter of their lives in old age, when you are not strong enough to succeed. A third of your life you spend sleeping when you're not doing anything. When you awake, we have to spend time for rest and food. Sometimes you get sick. Therefore, the source of the article journal in which all articles steal - BroDude.ru success has very little time. - Maybe I should chase pleasures? To eat tasty food, wear silk, surround yourself with beautiful women? - Then you'll be all the time look for sources of income, and the fun you'll have very little time. So I have win high reputation? If you're chasing after reputation, it becomes a slave to those people the respect which they want to achieve. You're going to do what they want to see. - What I seek? - Your goal is to become aimlessness.
Once upon a time the old Indian told his grandson one life truth:
Inside each person there is a struggle between two wolves. One wolf is evil: anger, envy, greed, arrogance, pride, self-pity, lies, resentment, selfishness. The other wolf is good: peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, generosity, honesty, compassion, faithfulness.
Little Indian, touched to the core words of his grandfather, for a few seconds thought, and then asked:
- Which wolf will win?
The answer of the old Indian was simple:
- Always wins the wolf that you feed.
Knocked on the door once in the house one old man, a poor wanderer. The old man received him with love, was invited to stay the night.
- Who are you, poor man?
The beggar replied:
- I'm a man who speaks the truth, so wherever I came, I chased.
The owner was surprised, were treated to a guest dinner. After eating, they went to sleep. This morning got up started to dress. The beggar saw that old man one-eyed, and said in his face: you say, curve.
And then the old man got angry, kicked him out of the house, saying:
- You don't find a place for himself and became the hated one, for not telling the truth to people, and remind people of their shortcomings.
It is said without love, the truth seems like an insult.
When the Rabbi of Berdichev asked what is the correct way - the way of grief or way of joy, he said:
- There are two kinds of sorrow and two kinds of joy. If the man withdraws into the shell happened to him misfortune and it leaves hope, is the worst kind of sorrow, which said: "the Divine Presence is not liberated in the place of discouragement." The other kind of sorrow is the noble sorrow of a man who understands what he has lost.
In the same way and with true joy. The one who neglects his inner essence and among the empty pleasures of not feeling it and not trying to regain what it has lost, - such a man is a fool. But truly joyful is like a man whose house burned down, but he feels a deep inner need, is building a new house. Every stone which he puts in the walls of a new home, his joy increases.
The Governor of the city ordered the arrest of Buzurgmehr and thrown in jail. Pupils came to visit his teacher in prison. They were amazed to see that their teacher hasn't changed and joyfully welcomes them as if they were guests in his home.
- Teacher, what is your comfort here in the house of sorrow? cried the disciples.
Four sayings, replied Buzurgmehr. - Here is the first: "Evil no one can escape, because everything is predetermined by fate." Here's the second: "What remains to do in misfortune, not patiently endure his suffering? After all, the whole Universe, not only are you experiencing something like that." Here is the third: "Be grateful for the fact that it wasn't the worst - it is always possible." And finally, I say to myself: "Deliverance may be near, though you do not know about it."
At this moment the guards came with the news that Sufi free, for grabbed it by mistake.
Rabbi, I don't understand: come to the poor man - he is friendly and helps as best he can. Come to the rich man - he sees no one. Is it only for the money?
- Look out the window. What do you see?
- A woman with a child, the wagon, riding on the market...
Okay. Now look in the mirror. What do you see?
Well, I can see down there? Only himself.
- So: window glass and mirror glass. One need only add a bit of silver - and already see myself.
Three people from Turkestan were followers boastful ignoramuses who spoke some Farsi. They called his disciples, he taught them three words. Each of them remembered one thing: "we", "were not" and "happy."
As soon as they received this knowledge, nothing could keep them from starting a journey to visit the Holy Shrine, the repository of all wisdom.
However, only just set foot on the land of Khorasan, they saw a dead man lying on the ground. They had dismounted to examine this strange sight, and while they stood and watched, he saw several of Khorasani, who asked:
- Who killed this man?
- We, - said the first student, using a single Persian word, he knew.
They grabbed and dragged to court. The judge asked:
- Why were you near the corpse?
The second disciple said,
- We were not.
- It's a lie, ' said the judge.
Then he asked:
- How do you feel when you kill someone?
Happy, ' said the third disciple.
These people must be just monster! - exclaimed horasanli.
The judge asked:
- What pushed you over the edge?
All three of them screamed, using all known the Persian word:
We were not happy!
- They certainly incorrigible murderers, ' said the judge, sentencing them to be hanged.
A rich man asked Senga to write something to the prosperity of his family continued from generation to generation.
Sengai took a large sheet of paper and wrote:
"The father died, the son died, the grandson is dead."
The rich man was angry:
- I asked you to write something for the happiness of my family. Why are you joking?
- I'm not going to joke, explained Sengai.
If your son dies before you, you is greatly disappoint you.
If your grandson dies before the son, it will break your heart.
If in your family from generation to generation will die in the order in which I wrote, that would be the natural course of life.
I call that true prosperity.
Whenever a guru and his disciples began to pray in the Ashram was part of the cat and distract them. In the end, the guru told the disciples to tie the cat for a moment of prayer.
After some time guru died, but the cat is out of habit continued to tie. Then became a cat, and then in the Ashram made a new, which also were tied at prayer time. After centuries, some followers of the guru was written scientific works. They stated that tying is an exact fulfillment of the instructions of guru and has a special importance in the administration of worship.
One Raja loved to hear how astrologers read the stars of destiny. And when in the capital of his state arrived very famous astrologer, he ordered them to bring him to his Palace. They talked, and then Stargazer began to draw up the horoscope of Raja. Unfortunately, the stars did not promise anything good ruler. Stargazer honestly in this Raj, and he, in anger, without thinking twice ordered the execution of the unfortunate predictor.
- Everyone on this earth will be calm, ' cried the Raja, if people like you will be on it as little as possible! You will die, so get ready for it!
Butchers have already started your preparation, when the order came again allow the astrologer to the Palace. Raja wanted more time to test it.
- Can you define, ' he said mockingly, - how many do you have left to live?
"If I tell him that will live for many more years, he probably only supposed to speed up the execution to show that my predictions are worth nothing," thought the astrologer, and said aloud:
- O Lord, I see by the stars that my death will come only a week earlier. Now it's time to say goodbye, but soon we will meet in another world. Sir, so I can adequately prepare for our meeting, tell them to send me there as quickly as possible!
- Kick this charlatan out of my house! - the Raja was furious after hearing the words of the astrologer. - Continue to keep it not only to the Palace, but also to the city!
Guards grabbed astrologer and roughly threw him from the steps of the Palace of Raja. But the astrologer of this does not upset. "There would be a whole head - and then the trouble is not terrible," he thought, and went his way.
One boy came back from the woods home and said:
I saw a two-headed snake.
- Woe to you! - cried the terrified mother. - Woe to you! Know that seeing a two-headed snake will be forever miserable!
Hearing this, the boy began to cry.
His father sighed and said:
Go tell the residents of the surrounding villages, so they did not go into the woods. Otherwise, they will see a two-headed snake and will also be unhappy.
- No one else will see the double-headed snake, said through tears boy. - I killed her...
Again the mother began to cry:
- Others you have saved from disaster, and himself condemned to life in misery!..
- Do not fear for our son, - said suddenly fun father. He killed a two-headed creature and, therefore, saved from disaster a lot of people. In a difficult hour he will remember how many people owe him their happiness. Then my own sorrow seems our son is miserable. Because it is known since ancient times: who brings happiness to others, he is happy himself.
Asked once by the artist:
- Who are the hardest to draw?
Said the artist:
- Cock the hardest to draw.
- And who is the easiest to draw?
- The easiest way to draw God or a Ghost, - replied the artist.
Surprised people:
As the cock is difficult to draw, a God or Ghost is easy?!
The artist said:
Because rooster people always see. Is the artist to draw it without a comb, or without a tail, horns or on three legs - and say that the artist can't draw. But God or a Ghost no one has seen or will see. And therefore to draw them quickly and easily. No one can say the artist has drawn wrong.
Once Rabbi Nachman was looking out the window over the market square and saw one of his disciples, a certain Hiekel. That was very Horny. Nachman called out to him and invited him to enter the house and talk.
- Tell me Hiekel, started a conversation Nachman, have you seen the sky today?
- No, Rabbi, I was not before.
And the street, Hiekel, have you seen outside today?
- Yes, Rabbi.
- What you saw, tell me.
Well, I've seen people... horses... carts. I have seen traders who touted their goods and waving her hands... Arguing for some reason peasants... Darting hither and thither of men and women...
- Oh, Hiekel, Hiekel, - shook his head Nachman, and in fifty years, a hundred, this place is a street, and the market will be. Other crews will drive other people, other traders will be waving his arms, and the other peasants will argue among themselves. But neither me, nor you, Hiekel, will be gone. So tell me, what's the point in all this running around, if you don't have time just look at the sky?
One day, a brash young seeker came to the master Thelbane and asked:
- Teacher, can you show me the cotton with one hand?
Teacher Telbani said:
- You, young man, I can show you even kick one knee.
Sales representative, Secretary and a top Manager going to lunch and find an antique lamp. They RUB it, and out POPs the Genie. He says: "I will fulfill one wish to each of you."
"Me first, me first!", - says the Secretary. "I want to be in the Bahamas, on a boat, and not think about anything." Pshh! It disappears.
"Now I, now I," says trade
representative. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach, a massage, an endless supply of Pina colada and the love of my life." Pshh! He disappears.
"Now it's your turn," says Jean top Manager.
"I want those two back in office after lunch."
The moral of the story: always let Your boss speak first.
