There was once a monk who retreated into the wilderness for 30 years to mediate and cultivate on ridding himself of anger, ignorance and hatred. Having believed that he had achieved his objective, he returned to civilization and was well received and respected by the community he lived with. One day while he was happily meditating in a park, a few small children gathered around him to play. To amuse themselves, one of them repeatedly tickled his nostrils with a blade of grass. The monk, instead of opening his eyes with a smile, furiously blew his top ...
Sometimes what we believe we have achieved, need not be what we should have achieved.
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