A long time ago, a large library burned down, only one manuscript survived.
For many years it rested in the depths of the bookstore, and no one paid attention to it. Until one day the owner of the shop changed... He sorted through scrolls, books, manuscripts and got rid of unnecessary things.
He threw away the old manuscript, and it fell into the hands of a random passerby - a beggar. He was going to light a fire with it to keep warm, but first he asked what was written in it.
And in the manuscript there was this: the person who finds a hot stone on the seashore will find in life everything he dreamed of.
The beggar decided that he had nothing to lose and went to the sea. He picked up stone after stone, but they were cold, and the man threw them into the waves.
So days, weeks, months, years passed...
And then one day the hand of a beggar touched a hot stone... He picked it up and... out of habit, threw it into the sea.
Our life is like the seashore, day after day we search for our destiny. And it would be a pity if, having found what we were looking for, like that beggar, we pass by only because we are accustomed to looking and not finding...
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru