Just a Moment.

One of the very first painting I ever did. 

I had a very unexpected visitor yesterday and we sat and chatted over a coffee. We found ourselves talking about how life turns on the little things of life and not the huge dramatic events. 

I have found myself talking about such things a few times this week. It is indeed just the little things on which change can hinge. The unexpected invitation, or visit can have such a dramatic effect and yet at the time seem so small and minimal. 

At the age of twenty I had a visit from a minister and my whole life travelled in a new direction. 

This is like the story of the little gift.

Once upon a time, there was an unfortunate poor man. His home was also very poor – a small and empty house, where mice made their nests and spiders made their webs.

People tried to avoid coming into his house – why should they go into those poor ruins? And the poor man thought that poverty is the reason of his misfortunes – his eternal destiny.

So once, the poor man met a wise man and talked  to him about his poverty and miserable life. 

The sage felt sorry for the poor man and gave him an unusual gift of a beautiful  vase. 

And said:

"This is a magical vase that will save you from poverty."

The poor man took the vase and wanted to sell it at first and then spend the money on alcohol as was his want and way. 

Why would he need such a beautiful thing? 

Then, something strange happened. He started admiring the vase and couldn’t take it to the market. 

He took the vase home, put it on the table and started admiring it.

It’s not right for such a beautiful thing to be empty, – the poor man thought. So he picked some wildflowers and put them into the vase.

It became even more beautiful.

Not good, the poor man though again.  

Such a beautiful thing stands next to a spider web.

So the poor man started cleaning his house from spider webs, sweeping out cockroaches and mice, cleaning the dust, washing the floor and the walls, whitening the ceiling.

And it became clear that his house wasn’t poor, but rather warm and cosy. 

And the poor man wasn’t a poor man anymore, but a hard working host, who had no time for the thoughts about misfortune.

You might not meet a sage today, but you just might having a life changing moment.

Be ready. 

Have a great day.