The lake stood still as the morning sun gently woke up from slumber.
The stillness of the murky lake disturbed him. He felt like the lake was poking fun at his mental state. In his anger and frustration, he began to throw stones into
the lake. The splashes began to send ripples across the lake’s surface. But he wasn’t satisfied. He continued to disturb the lake.
A beggar passing by noticed him.
“Why are you doing what you’re doing right now?”
He looked at the beggar. “Oh, I’ll tell you why. This lake is still when my mind isn’t still. I can’t allow it to stay happy and watch my misery.”
The beggar replied to him, “What is troubling you?”
He began to answer the beggar’s question, “I can’t seem to get anything right in my life. All my troubles are because of money. I wake up every day and want to eat
I have to pay for the meal. I want to travel somewhere I have to pay for transport. I want to live in a house I have to pay rent or a mortgage. I want to go to the toilet I have to pay in some way. I want to be allowed to breathe, the government leeches out
taxes. To do anything in this filthy world, money is always involved. My mind is in a prison and the bars are made out of money.”
The beggar remained silent and continued to listen to him, “No person in this world is truly free. Our thoughts are always controlled by money and wealth in some way.
I’m sick and tired of being in this thought prison.”
The beggar who had been silent until now spoke to him, “In the forest beside the lake, there are some people who were once like you. You don’t have to pay anything
to join us.”
He then looked at the beggar with a condescending smirk, “Huh! You’re a hermit and you want me to become one? Just get lost with that garbage. Why would I want to join
your bunch of lowly beggars? You have to beg for food, wear tattered clothes, and live in run-down shacks in the forest. Your lives are meaningless, Why would I join filthy scum like you?”
The beggar walked away while he continued to throw stones into the lake.