It’s been a great week in the business of being an author! Many steps forward and a few that caused me to take a step backward and then head out in a new direction.
So after such an intense week of hard work, I believe today is just for fun and what better way to have fun than with a good story. Enjoy and please send me your comments after you read this fun story.
There was once a man who wanted to find the truth. He traveled the world, from country to country, town to town, village to village. Nobody knew where the truth lived. Some had great theories, but the man was not successful and he kept searching.
One day, in a small village far away, the people told him that they had heard that the truth lived at the top of the mountain, just nearby. He walked for several more days until he arrived at a small house on the mountain top. He knocked on the door.
An old, old woman answered. She had long grey hair, many wrinkles on her face but bright, shining eyes. He knew he had arrived. He said, “I am looking for the truth.” And she replied,” I am the truth.”
The man stayed with her for a long time. He learned everything there is to know about the truth and after several years, he decided it was time to return to the world.
Just before he left, he asked the old woman,” Is there anything you would like to world to know about the truth? Any message you would like me to deliver?” She thought for a moment and then said, “when they ask you what is the truth like? Tell them I’m young and beautiful.”
I’ve wondered about this story for years. It makes me smile and just when I think I know what it means, another question pops up.
What I do know is that I’ve always felt very connected to the concept of truth. And I know that I have been blessed by many wise women in my life who have told me truths.
What do you think it means?
And so life goes…on and on.