The sight of roses blooming in thorns

Three workers were breaking stones in a blazing heat. There was a bank nearby, and all three were working. A pedestrian was passing through the road. He first asked the laborer, Hey brother! What are you doing? 'With a tired voice, the laborer said with deep sorrow,' Look, I'm breaking stones. I am now tired of doing the work of breaking the stone. But what else can I do? ' The passenger went to another laborer. He asked the same question.

Another worker replied: 'Brother! This is the pain of the sinful stomach. The stomach has to suffer for the sake of it. What to do? Do you have to push somewhere to live? ' The passenger went to the third laborer. The sweat was flowing from the body of the third worker. The heat was exhausting, but the laborer would sing with joy and break the stone.

The waiter asked, 'Hey brother! what are you doing ?'

For the first time in the fun of the song and the sound of hammering wounds, the pedestrian was not heard. When he asked the question again, interrupting his song, the third laborer replied, 'Look! I am building a temple. ' While answering this, joy and joy were sprouting in the face of the laborer. From his heart the song was flowing.

There was a spark of renewal in his eyes. There will be three such beings in the world. Some consider their work a pain. Considers life a burden. It takes night and day to lift the burden of anxiety. Other types of people consider work a necessity for life. Earnings are necessary to earn a living and work is required if you earn - one lives with math without any sense of pleasure or sadness.

While some enjoy creation from their work. Such joy is everywhere and in everything. But it is the heart that can truly experience it.

The answers given by the three laborers indicate three perspectives on life. That's what life is all about; But what really matters is the vision of life. The vision itself can give pleasure as well as sadness. Life seems like a vision to be seen. There is also a vision that will make a rose a thorn. And there may be roses in the thorns.