Friday, 2 December 2016

Poor old man.

I spent a pleasant afternoon in the company of friends yesterday. Not one old related joke was told but there was much laughter in the place.

It is a wonderful feeling to know that in spite of all the differences between us we can come together and relax in each others company. 

There was an old man who lived in a little village. 

He was one of the most unfortunate people in the world. 

The whole village was tired of him, he was always gloomy, constantly complained and always was in a bad mood. The longer he lived, the more grumpy seemed to become and the more poisonous were his words. 

People avoided him, because his misfortune became contagious, after five minutes in his company you began to feel as miserable as he was. It almost felt unnatural and insulting to be happy next to him. 

He created the feeling of unhappiness in others.

One day, not long after his eightieth birthday, an incredible thing happened. 

Everyone in the village began to hear the rumour,  “The old man seems to be happy, is happy.

He has stopped complaining  about everything.

One person even said they saw him smiling,  and even his face looks fresher and younger”. 

The whole village whispered  together and wondered.  Had he won a fortune or what had happened?

One person took the bull by the horns and asked him, "What happened to you?"

The old man thought for a moments and replied,  "Nothing special."  

Eighty years I’ve been chasing happiness, and it was useless. And then I decided to live without happiness and just live  life. 

It seems that happiness cannot be found it can only be lived. 

Have a happy day.

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