(image by me)
There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best ‘Picture of Peace.’ Many artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures, but there were only 2 he really liked and he had to choose between them. He rejected all other paintings.
Out of the two, one picture was that of a calm lake. The lake was like a perfect mirror and peaceful towering mountains were all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace. Everyone said that this painting should and would win the 1st prize.
The other picture was different and had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky from which rain fell and in which lightening played havoc. By the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall making a deafening noise. This did not look peaceful at all.
Behind the waterfall was a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest… feeding her babies! The mother bird was in perfect peace as she went about her duty…
The King chose the second picture. This picture won the prize much to everyone’s surprise!
Because, as explained by the King: “Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise or no trouble. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace. There must be peace in chaos!”
MORAL: The World is like the second painting. But we need to be calm & go about our work like the mother bird.
P.S: this beautiful story was send to me by my dear reader Sailaja (thank you!)