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♥ The two monks ♥
2.15.2007
I thought this story was rather thought provoking, ever since I heard it from Mdm Goh. A person whom I have not much interest to boot lick unlike a vast majority.
Anyway, sharing this story with everyone going through the ups and downs of life, and hope it somehow wake them up.
Once, there was this two monks, they were senior and junior. Of a certain temple (Hell heck care what temple). One day, the elder said to them: "It's time the two of you leave the temple and seek the Way."
And so they did, they left the temple, with their bundles. In the hope to find the meaning of life, of death, of everything.
So they travelled, taking out a portion of their day to meditate. Both of them were equally devoted. With no disturbed thoughts, just like those botak monks you see on channel 8.
One day, they came to a stream. Next to the stream, was a woman, rubbing her ankle with a painful look. She was young, pretty, gorgeous, fabulous, sexy, and you just wanna F*** her right there and then. Ok, she's the perfect woman (Now we know such things don't exist don't we children? But yes, in this story, finally, a perfect woman)
Junior: "What's wrong madam?"
Polite, saintly.
Woman: "I fell and sprained my ankle and I need to cross the river to deliver the medicine to my ill grandmother."
The Junior thought for a while, he was caught in a moral dilemma. He don't know whether to cross the river with or without the woman. Monks can never touch a woman. He will get struck by a 1476t872758146825793579826 volts lightning right there.
But the Senior, without second word, picked up the woman on his back and waddled across the stream.
The woman thanked them when they've all cross the stream and reached her hut. Then, the two monks set off again.
After a long long time, about 4 or 5 hours IF YOU DIE DIE MUST KNOW. The junior monk asked the senior monk: "Why did you do that just now? It's forbidden for monks to have contact with women."
The senior monk looked at his junior and pat him on the shoulder: "我已经放下了, 你为何还放不下?“
JJ translator: I've already let it go, why do you still cling on to it?
Morale (for dim witted people who don't get it): Why harp on the past, when you can only live the future and never change the past. Why remember who did you wrong, instead of treating people better from now on.
The person should know if this entry is for him. Hopefully he understands, everyone has his or her faults, it's only a matter of taking the fault as a virtue or a sin.
Penned at 12:28 AM
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