An Angry man.

There was a young and uncontented man. Not matter what he seemd to do he was never ever happy or satisfied.

He was either unhappy with those around him or unhappy with hiself. He was surrounded by many beautiful things and had many friends who admired him and the skills he had. But all he ever felt was sadness and anger. 

He decided to make a journey to vist the wise old sage he had heard about so often from others. He dressed in his finest clothes and put around his waist the sharpest of his swords. He new that the journy might be long and could be dangerous. 

He set off with a determination. The journey was long and hard. he was often thirsty because of the heat. He often asked passing travellers of the whereabouts of the sage. They looked at this young man with the angry face and the large sword and instantly turned and walked away without a word. 

Once or twice, he later discovered, those who had offered directions had pointed him in the wrong direction. 

So as each day passed he found himself getting angrier and angrier. At last he began to hear rumours of those who had visited the sage and knew that he was near.

After a difficult climb, tired and hungry and very angry he arrived before this old man sitting outside a little shack. In spite of the little he seemed to posses he seemed very happy and content.

He pushed himself passed others trying to reach the old man. he stood before him hand on his sword. In an agry voice he said," Tell me the secrets of hevean and hell and happiness."

The old sage looked at the anger and said, " I cannot tell you such things."

The young man immediatley flew into a fit of anger. He shouted abuse at the sage stamping his feet in his fury. 

The sage stood up and walked towrds him. he put his hand gently on his shoulder. "This my friend is the state of hell. This torment you give yourself. There can be no worse a hell to live with."

The young man felt his old hand on his shoulder and noticed that in spite of his anger and frustration the old sage was stil calm and peaceful. His eyes still sparkled with concern.

The young man calmed down. He stood and thought. Tears began to run in dust filled grooves over his cheeks. 

The old sage put his arm around his shoulders. "This my son is the state of hevean and well being. Here you will find happiness and peace."

Hevean and hell is not out there somewhere, it lives within.

When I find myself assailedby a hostof delusions.

I will oppose them in a thousand ways.

Like a lion among a group of foxes.

I will not allow myself to be harmed by delusions.

Have a beautiful day.