Once upon a time there lived in a monastery a monk who was famous for his stern disposition. Once during a big Buddhist holiday, when services were going on in all the temples, he saw a boy chasing crows on the street.
- Hey, Lone Poo! – the monk called out to him angrily. - What are you doing? Today is such a big day! Today it is necessary to pray from morning to night. Don't you know this? – the monk scolded the boy, accompanying his instructions with mallets.
“You’re absolutely right, teacher,” the boy said through tears. “But I’m small myself, and that’s why my day is also small.” When I grow up and become big, my day will also become big, and then I will be interested in big things.
The boy’s friends listened to him attentively and nodded their heads sympathetically.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru