He let the hare go and went behind the deer. He thought that it is better to eat the big deer rather than the small hare. “This hare can’t fill my stomach,” thought the lion.Īs the lion was about to kill the hare, a deer ran that way. He came out of his den and searched here and there. It was an incredibly hot day, and a lion was feeling very hungry. Moral of the story: Kebaikan akan selalu dikenang, keburukan sebaiknya dilupakan. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.” The other friend replied “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him “ After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?” After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone Today my best friend saved my life.
The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand Today my best friend slapped me in the face. During some point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. Two Best FriendsĪ story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. Moral of the story: Selalu khawatir dan mengeluh tidak akan menyelesaikan masalah. So why are you always crying about the same problem?” The wise man smiled and said, “You can’t laugh at the same joke over and over. When he told the same joke for the third time no one laughed anymore. One day he told them a joke and everyone roared in laughter.Īfter a couple of minutes, he told them the same joke and only a few of them smiled. People have been coming to the wise man, complaining about the same problems every time. Moral of the story: Jangan mengejar kebahagiaan. And then I decided to live without happiness and just enjoy life. Eighty years I’ve been chasing happiness, and it was useless. The villagers asked the old man about what happened. Instantly everyone started hearing the rumour that the Old Man had become happy, he doesn’t complain about anything anymore, always smiles, and even his face is freshened up. He created the feeling of unhappiness in others.īut one day, when he turned eighty years old, an incredible thing happened. It was even unnatural and insulting to be happy next to him. People avoided him because his misfortune became contagious. The longer he lived, the more bile he was becoming and the more poisonous were his words.
The whole village was tired of him he was always gloomy, he constantly complained and was always in a bad mood.
He was one of the most unfortunate people in the world.
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