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Once upon a time in a small village lived a very wise man. He was head of local administration and was respected by all. People used to come to him at times to seek good advice on different aspects of life.


But ironically his own son was lazy and nothing was there to make a difference in his ignorant attitude. As years passed by, the old man got worried about his son's future. To take care of family he needed to make his son realize his responsibility. So one day he asked his only son to come to him and said, “Son, you are a grown up man now, and need to understand your responsibilities.”


Surprised and amazed by his father's words he said, “Father how will i manage without you. I will be lost without you.”

Now his father replied, “I want you to find the real purpose of your life and when you find it, always remember it and it will lead you to life to happiness and joy.”


Next day, his father gave him a bag. When son opened it there were 4 pairs of clothes for each season and some raw food, grains and some money and a map. As the son was wondering, his father said, “I want you to find a treasure.” And that map is of a place where the treasure is hidden and you need to go and find it.


Next day, son set out on his journey eager to find the mystery treasure. He traveled across many rivers, forests, and mountains to reach his destination. He prayed for the well being of his father and wanted to show his findings when he reached home.


On his journey he met many people, some helped him with food and gave him shelter and also met thieves and robbers who stole his belongings. He wanted to reach there before anyone else. Finally after a long year, He reached the cliff where he could find his treasure but couldn’t find any treasure there.


Tired and devastated by his father’s lie, he headed back home. On his way back he went through the same landscapes and weather but this time he stopped and enjoyed nature like peaceful summer evenings, blooming of flowers etc.


This time he learned to hunt his own food, sew his own clothes and protect himself from harsh weather. He learned to calculate time of day and also protect himself from wild animals and harmful plants and shrubs.


He met the same people who helped him on his way and this time he stopped and spent some days with them, helping them with their chores and also showing them gratitude. He realized how wonderful those people were who helped passers by without any expectation in return.


Almost after 2 years he reached home. He went straight to his father's room. He walked up to him slowly and whispered, “Father” being careful not to disturb his sleep. The wise man opened his eyes and as he saw his son and embraced him.


Father asked, “So, how was your journey son? Did you find treasure?”

Son replied, “Journey was fascinating but forgive me father, I couldn't find any treasure. Maybe someone took it before I reached there.”


He was surprised at his own answer because he was asking for his father's forgiveness instead of getting angry at him.


His father smiled and asked him to sit on a chair next to him and said, “That’s because there was no treasure.”

Son questioned, “Then why did you send me there?”


Father replied, “I will tell you but first tell me how was your journey while you were going to find treasure. Did you enjoy landscapes and meet new people and make friends?”

Son replied, “No father, I didn’t get distracted. I was focused on reaching my destination as soon as possible. I didn’t have time to enjoy and make friends.

BUT

Yes, I must admit that I did all this on my way back home. I enjoyed my journey back and learned many new skills and mastered the art of survival, so much that I forgot the pain of not finding treasure.”


His father held his hand and said, “Exactly my son ,You wanted to know how to lead life and find your goals…but if you lead your life going after a goal on this journey called life , you miss out the real treasure






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