The Door


There lived a man in the beautiful city of Clara, he was very wealthy and prosperous,  and as per society's standards, he was considered a man of wisdom as well. The only problem he had in his life was that the door of his home was towards the dump yard of the city, that was the mistake of the mason but this person was suffering due to this because just on the opposite side of the dump yard there was the valley of the flowers.  But he thought he couldn't do anything and was very saddened by this.


On a spring evening when he was sitting in his courtyard, a saint came he asked why you're facing this dump yard when he can choose to admire the mesmerizing Valley of Flowers, replied it's all because of that idiot Mason, now I cannot do anything,  though sometimes I go in the backyard to enjoy the view.


Saint said just because a mason put the door in the wrong place you decided to spend your whole life watching this dump yard, you haven't even tried to build a door and a new courtyard on the backside, my dear however beautiful your house is but you don't see it every day,  you expect others to watch it praise it. But that doesn't bring the joy to your heart that a mere sight of the valley brings. You'll have to choose whether you want to enjoy your life or want to help others sing praises for your house which you may or may not hear.


But this wonderful experience of yours which you may have, you choose to abandon that, let me tell you, those worthless praises can never match the serenity of this creation of nature.


It is very similar to the beliefs of our society,  if some idiot masons made a wrong door of thought, faith, or beliefs,  we are choosing to use that instead of building our own door, which will take us to different dimensions of joy and prosperity. 


Remember that the door was not always there, someone built it, and if it's not in the right place you have the ability to abandon the old one and build a new one. Society is from us and not the other way around. If you want to build a better place to live, change yourself, build a new door, build a door facing the valley of flowers.Which will not only bring happiness to you but ultimately to the whole of society.

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