Coin for Someone Needy

Once upon a time, lived a Sage who used to go from one place to another. Once he was passing through a street of the capital city of a kingdom. On his way he found a coin on the side of the road.

Sage picked it up and kept it. Sage used to live a simple life and had no use of that coin so he thought of giving it to someone in need.

He roamed through the kingdom the whole day but didn’t find even a single person who seemed unsatisfied or in need of money. At night he reached a rest area and spent his night there.

Next morning he woke up and was doing his daily activities. The King who was passing by that rest area saw him and ordered his soldiers to stop there.

King went to Sage and said, “I am going on war to win over another state so that my kingdom can be expanded.. Please bless me to be victorious..”

Sage took out the coin he was holding on and gave it to King.

King was confused at the act of Sage and questioned, “Why did you give me this coin?? What is the meaning of this??”

Sage smiled and replied, “O great King..!! Yesterday morning while I was strolling in the capital city, I found this coin on the side.

I picked it up and decided to give it to someone needy.

Whole day I walked around meeting people in the city. With whomever I communicated with, I found that they are living happily and seemed satisfied with whatever they have and because of that I still have this coin.

Today, When King of this kingdom is going to war because of desire to gain more and not satisfied with what he already has..

So I felt like the person who needs this coin most is you, King of the kingdom itself.. that’s why i gave it to you..”

King realized his mistake. He thanked Sage for a precious life lesson and decided not to go to war.

Moral: We all Desire to have more and because of that we Waste Chance of Enjoying what we Already have.. In order to Live a Happy and Healthy Life, We should Learn to be Happy with what we have.

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