When an elderly person and a youngster were perched on the shore of a wild and turbulent stream.
Student: "Teacher, for what reason does the time stream straight, yet consistently swells, either easing back down to a stand-still, or dashing like a dairy animals with a thorn under her tail?"
The Teacher took a gander at the fuming water and replied:
"You see there are a couple of huge stones in the stream and a great deal of little rocks. Envision that the waterway is your life. In the event that you will just cheer over huge events – like your wedding that will occur one month from now, or like another child that you will have following one year, or new business that you will begin following five years… – at that point you will cross your life in a couple of bounces, such as hopping starting with one stone then onto the next. Something else, on the off chance that you will move in little paces over the rocks, reveling in little things: a bright day, the excellence of harvest time woods, a decent discussion, afterwards glancing back at your life you won't see ten major stones, however heaps of your own follows, and every one of them you will have the option to recall with an upbeat grin. Also, you will see that the street that you have crossed is any longer."
Student: "In any case, Teacher, when I love or when I accomplish the work that I like or when I sit down to chat with companions – the time passes quickly quick. Be that as it may, the time hauls so long when I'm harmed, when I'm apprehensive or when I feel desolate."
"You see," the teacher addressed insightfully, "this is the thing that it ought to be. At the point when we are troubled, we don't live yet we just exist, so the time lies still in our wallets. What's more, just for our bliss we pay the ringing coin of time, that we despite everything have left."
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