A long time ago in a far away land shuffled a destitute tramp. He had lost many things in his life. His mother and father died when he was young, his wife left him for a more successful guy and his business had gone bust…
As he walked down the overgrown path he wondered why life had treated him so cruelly. Perhaps he was just one of those people who appeared to be destined to fail in everything they did. After all, there seemed to be many winners in life, and then people like him…
Rounding a corner, he saw another man, just as bedraggled as he was, walking towards him. The difference that he could see immediately, was that this man was walking upright with a determined look on his face and striding boldly. He called out to him, “Hey friend, where are you going?”. The man replied, “To meet my Future and to enjoy my Now”. “What do you mean by this?’ he mumbled. “Go and see the guru in the next village and you will understand”, he said and disappeared around the corner.
The tramp, curious about what he had heard, shuffled a little quicker towards the village. On entering, he stopped a woman and asked directions for the guru. “Last building on the left” she replied. Thanking her, he walked down the road and found the last building on the left and knocked on the door. A voice replied from within to enter. This he did, and found himself in a very dark room. He waited a while for his eyes to grow accustom to the light, and slowly he could see a very old man sitting crossed legged on the far side of the room. The room was warm and there was a familiar aromatic smell in the air.
The tramp spoke to the guru about the hardships in his life, about how miserable he was and about how low he felt. The guru listened and smiled. He told the tramp that sometimes we allow our inner dialogue in our heads to rule our feelings and our outlook on life. He spoke about how everyone had a choice to move on despite setbacks and disappointments. Above all he told the tramp repeatedly that whatever he was feeling right now, it would not last unless he chose it to do so. With this he handed the tramp a small piece of paper and told him that he could go now and view life differently. The tramp felt that nothing had changed and, in some ways that he had been cheated by the guru, and rather grumpily he set off out of the village. A mile or so out of the village he stumbled and fell, twisting his ankle painfully. As he sat beside the track in pain he sobbed like a baby. Then, he remembered the piece of paper the guru had given him, and reaching inside his pocket, he pulled it out. There were only three words written:
‘It will pass’.
Moral of the story:
No matter how grim things may appear, they will pass. Remember, the ‘now’ moment is not 1 second before, or 1 year before. It is now. The future is coming and that will be as wonderful as you choose to make it.