The Salt Of Life

Well I go back to the stories again, this came in the mail a few days ago and as I like enormously I leave to spend week, knew a similar that happens that it liked it especially since I love the water, reads as follows: there once was an old Indian master who grew tired of the complaints of his apprentice soone morning, sent you in some salt to the dejase in silence for a while. When the apprentice returned, the teacher said to the unhappy young that put the handful of salt in a glass of water and then drink it is. -To know? asked the teacher. -Bitter, spat the apprentice. The master chuckled and then asked the young take the same amount of salt in your hand and put it in the Lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby Lake and once a boy launched his manotada of salt to water the elder told him: now baby Lake. As soon as water is squeezed by the jaw of the boy, the teacher asked:-to know? -Fresh, commented the apprentice. -Did you know salt? -No, said the young man.

In this teacher sat next to this guy that reminded himself when he was their age, took his hands and told her staring him in the eyes: the pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain that produce situations of life remains exactly the same amount and intensity. However the amount of bitterness or feelings of guilt we tested depends on the container in which we put the penalty. So when you’re in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of what you are worth. Simply change the container with which we measure pain and guilt or suffering, if we do it bigger, will decrease that feeling and we will feel relieved. Stop being a glass; become a river flowing into a Lake, perhaps better, perhaps even better at sea that is open and flexible, perhaps better decides you and you don’t close. Original author and source of the article

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