One man was looking for the perfect place. He searched for a long time. And in a distant country he found a place where he felt good. He wandered around the city that he liked so much and looked around. But when he wandered into the cemetery, he was horrified. On all the tombstones, the dates of death indicated that these people lived for two to three years, accurate to the hours they lived.
In fear, the man ran out of the city, but in the square he ran into an old man. In horror the man shouted:
- You are monsters! Are you killing your children?
The old man showed him a book that hung on a chain around his neck and said:
— When our child reaches maturity, we give him such a book. And every moment, every minute or hour of real happiness in our lives, each of us writes in this book. After death, we add up all these moments. And these are the real days of our lives.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru