I REMEMBER...
Once in my third standard a boy was punished for stealing another student’s chocolate. The teacher had asked him to stretch his hands. He did. In one he was holding onto the half eaten chocolate while the other was open. The teacher boxed his ears and hit the open hand hard with a stick. And still the boy had smiled.
I HAVE REALIZED...
Whenever life gives us a chocolate in one hand it simultaneously hits our other hand hard. And it’s our choice (simple?) what we want to focus on: the pain generated by the stick or the pleasure of getting a chocolate.
